Recently I have come across a couple of my old journals. I couldn’t resist sitting down and reading a bit. Ok, more than just a bit. I read every page! There weren’t that many pages to read though. It seems I start with the best of intentions to put the journal down or away never to come back to it. Well, almost never.
The one I re-read a couple of times since I rediscovered it began before I even was pregnant with my first child. (She just celebrated her 23rd birthday recently!) I recognize the woman writing the entries even I don’t really remember the feelings she committed to paper. But then I suppose that is what journals are for. I was pretty good at recording dates and other significant data so in some ways reading those old entries awakens old memories. Pretty interesting stuff!
For the past several days I have kept one of the journals on my bedside table with the intention of journaling again. Today was the day. I put pen to paper and hopefully I will not be reading today’s entry years from now and thinking again how long this one journal is going to last with only a odd entry every few years!
The Hopeful Romantic