Last night I got in bed and opened my journal to write a little bit. I noticed that my last entry was dated back in April. I read that entry and then went further and further back until I read through all of it. This journal covers the last two years, give or take a couple of months. I was really surprised at how many things I had learned or experienced and have now completely forgotten about. It was very nice to go back and re-experience those things. I'm very glad I thought to include them in my journal. But it makes me wonder what I'm missing. What other things have I forgotten about that are not recorded in my journal? It was also comforting reading about times that were difficult or stressful, but knowing now that they did pass and I survived and maybe even learned a thing or two. Another thing I enjoyed was reading about my children and the wonderful things they have done.
I've set a goal for myself to be a more regular journal writer. Right before bed is a good time for me. I post fairly often on this blog, but it is very different from the things I write in my journal. When I write here, I'm partly talking to myself, partly talking to those who I know read this blog, and partly to those who might happen upon this blog. When I write in my journal I'm talking to my daughters and granddaughters for generations to come. I don't know that any one of them will ever read my journals and I don't know why I even started thinking of them, but I do. I don't address them or specifically talk to them, really, but they are in the back of my mind as I'm thinking about what I want to write. Even if they never read what I've written, my journals have been a great blessing to me. I'm so glad I have them.