if you know me you know i’m a big time journal-er. i try to journal daily and write everything that could be important down, even if it seems stupid. sometimes i wonder if it’s really worth it because even i get bored when i go back and read my journal sometimes; then i tell myself it’s for my posterity and they’ll find it interesting because they didn’t live it. but i don’t always believe that, maybe they’ll just wish i would shut up and throw the thing away.
my mom has let me read her journal from when she was 19 years old. the end of one entry looks alot like something i’ve written multiple times-it reads:
“It will be so much fun to look back on and read again someday. Maybe even my children [that’s me] if I have them somewhere in the future. I like to write in my journal-it makes me feel good. Sometimes it seems like I’m not writing anything exciting-but I’m sure this will all be very interesting to read back on one day.”
as usual mom was right, her children are reading it and it is very interesting-in the very next entry she writes about dad asking her to marry him. and that’s why i journal, so one day my children can read and smile about how cool and funny their mom was when she was their age.
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