Journals

I finished yet another journal today. A hand written one, not an online blog. I've kept journals since I was at least 7 years old. Possibly a year or two older, but I started young. I still have all my journals too. I've always loved to write. Journals are a wonderful way to get things out that you'd still like to keep private, to detail what you want to remember when your memories fade, fantasies that will never happen, secret hopes and dreams. It can be your best friend at times.

I think this is the shortest time period for any of my journals. What I mean is, usually I start one and I don't finish it until a year later, because I don't have that much to say, to record or I forget to write in it. This one didn't last very long at all. I started it on October 12, 2010. Ended it today. July 13th, 2011. Most of it, not surprisingly, is about Lee and I. But paging through it, I came across some of the goals I had made for 2011, which were:

*Be more positive. See the good, not the bad in situations & people.

*Think before I speak. Especially online, when I have no reason to ever speak quickly and out of turn. Step away and cool down when angry.

*Actually, thats my 3rd pledge - anywhere, in any situation, step away and cool down when angry. Don't stay in the discussion/situation.

*Be ready, able and willing to help friends and family when they need it. Always offer a hand or an ear.

*Have more compassion, empathy, sympathy and understanding. Try to put myself in other people's shoes before casting stones.

...I think so far I've failed to reach most of those! But maybe I just needed to re-read them as a refresher, to make the rest of this year good.

Aside from the majority of this journal being about Lee, it also included the SHIMVegas trip. Which took up 45 pages in my journal.

45 PAGES. I documented everything. And I mean everything. I document everything so when I get older, I can look back and relive things or tell my children or grandchildren about my life. Or possibly write a book when I become famous. (Because I'm totally going to be famous. True story. {C/W Mia Svensson})

It's easy to write about the things you love, and thats what it mostly is. Thoughts and musings about the future, about the person I love, things like that. Emotion fuels a lot of what I write. Passion. And the desire to document history as it happens. This journal also contains the death of Osama bin Laden; the marriage of the future King of England, Prince William; the death of Macho Man Randy Savage.

It also contains the passing of my most constant companion, my cat Spike. <3

I love keeping journals. I only let the closest people see what I write therein. Despite all the public things I keep (this blog, twitter, facebook), there are a few things I keep private. The innermost workings of my heart and soul. Seeing my journal indicates trust of the highest order. Which is why very few have ever seen any of my journals.

I dunno, I just found it interesting that this journal has the shortest time period of all my journals so far. Which led me into thinking why I love writing so much. The written/typed word is how I've always best expressed myself. Hopefully that will never change.