I was always taught to keep a journal for posterity’s sake. I do occasionally enjoy flipping through my own old journal entries; well, the once in a blue moon that I did write in one. And while I do have a copy of my great grandparents journal, I have never read it or have the desire to as of yet. So my question is, how important is it to journal, and why, and does a blog count as a journal? As I have been typing up my old journal entries (in case posterity tries to read it and can’t read my handwriting, I’m typing it up) I realize how boring my life was as a kid. It seems as though all I did every day was watch television, or talk about boys. I only wrote superficial things, never dug deep in my heart to spill everything I was feeling.
I tried keeping a journal of C1’s birth and our time together in the days and weeks following, but after about a month or so it dwindled to not writing at all. I’m always trying to play catch up in my journal, looking back on my calendar trying to remember what had happened in my life. I’m just glad I wrote his birth story down, but I guess sometimes it might be nice to remember what pregnancy was like. All I can recall was I loved being pregnant. It wasn’t always perfect and happy, but I loved it. I’ve tried doing a few lines in a journal every day, but that never stuck either. As you might can tell, I’m not much of a writer.
So who is journaling really for and why is it so important? Do blogs or scrapbooks have the same effect as a journal? What’s your opinion, what do you think? Do you keep a journal?
*because I can’t not include a picture of my sweet boy. Why is it that the best moments of them are when they are asleep? C1 likes to sleep on his side / stomach. Such a sweet kid.