This isn't so much a braggin' blog as it is a wake-up call to myself.
When I turned 13 years old I received a journal for my birthday, so I started writing in it. I got hooked. I kept it up pretty consistently for the next 13 or so years. I started a ridiculous collection of small journals filled with my scribbled ramblings, and was very proud of them.
The first page I ever wrote...It's pretty embarrassing.
There are embarrassing moments recorded, and lots of spelling and grammatical errors, and so many things that make me laugh myself sick. I also have some wonderful memories in the pages of those journals, like meeting Scott, marrying Scott, and having my first baby. These specific pages are precious to me, and I hope someday might be precious to my kids and grandkids.
Then I had more children and life got crazy and busy and other things seemed more important....like sleep. I stopped writing in a journal. It started out slowly, by not writing for several weeks, but then weeks turned to months, and now the months have turned to years. I didn't even think about it. Not even for a second, there was just too much going on. But then last night as I was lying in bed struggling to fall asleep, I had that familiar urge that I haven't felt for a long time. I want to write again. It made me feel a little sick to my stomach, thinking of everything I've missed. I'm so disappointed in myself for letting it fall between the cracks.
I decided that I have to do something about it. The longer I go without doing it, the more stuff I will miss out on recording. I'm a little nervous since it has been so long and I have a lot of catching up to do, but I think I'm up for the challenge. So starting today, I'm going to catch up and then try to write once a week again. I just have to find the journal I left off with first, which may be quite difficult, since while looking this morning I discovered how unorganized I am because I only found 9 books and I can think of at least 3 that are missing. The search continues.....Wish me luck!
These are a few of my favorite journals...I like to get the cute ones.
5 comments:
Good luck babe! I'll try to help remind you to do it. It seems like a lot of stuff to catch up on! You're crazy!
congratulations on the returned urge to write. On occasion when we have talked you have expressed missing writing. I have always enjoyed anything you write and I truly admire your drive and consistancy in keeping a journal. I wish I had some from when I was younger and beyond. The few pages I did write as a teen are entertaining and eye opening. Good luck..
Me and Joyce keep a diary for the year and half we lived in our appartment that was underneath the salon we worked at.... I think we both burned them. You would have thought we did some really bad stuff, we didn't, just some really stupid things, I think we would laugh at them now..if we still had them.
I remember your journals, I think the most memorable thing about them for me is when you re-read Maxine's kids baby poop story, I still laugh just thinking about it.
Mom, you burned your journals, you are crazy, I am thinking you were naughty and your just playing it off that it was stupid stuff since there isn't any proof, I may have to give Joyce a call!!!
What are you talking about not writing. Your blog is an awesome journal. Pat yourself on the back.
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