I have 7 journals from 7 years in a row from the years right after my marriage. I was very young. I re-read as much as I could of them. But it was depressing. When I was young I apparently thought a journal was to write down all the things that bothered me. All I did was nag and complain. It shocked me so much that I started another journal... a garden journal. I would sit on my back patio and just log down everything I saw. The trees, the birds... I would describe them in detail. I still get a calm feeling when I read that one.
I try to remember that journals are our deepest thoughts. Perhaps I shouldn't be so hard on that young girl that was trying to figure out how to be a wife and a mother, holding down her first job, and moving into a world away from her parents.
And maybe.. just maybe.. those journals are apart of the path that helped me become who I am today. Maybe they served the purpose they were meant to serve
I don't write a journal now. For some reason I have lost all desire to do that. I do still write poetry, articles and a few songs.
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