I’ve been journaling for a long time—since Valentine’s Day 1997, to be precise. That journal up on top is my first one. I remember going to the Hallmark store with my mom and begging her to buy it for me. I promised I would write in it every day if she would please, please, please buy it for me. But the promises of nine-year-olds are fickle. I didn’t write every day—I didn’t even fill up that first journal (or most of the ones I’ve had since, as my husband will tell you). Clearly, though, I’ve continued to journal over the years.The stack at the right is all of the journals I’ve used in my almost-25 years. I keep them in a box in the closet and pull them out from time to time.
I journal for a few reasons:
1) I enjoy writing. And the more you write, the better your writing gets.
2) It’s cathartic. It gets everything in my head on paper.
3) I like to look back and see where I’ve been. Sometimes it’s faith-building, sometimes it’s hard, sometimes it’s downright embarrassing (but that’s what happens when you put everything in your head on paper) . . .
A bit of explanation . . .
Chris was my first crush—except for maybe the guy with the curly hair from Phillips, Craig, and Dean. Not sure which came first. But let me tell you—Chris had nothing on my husband when it comes to making me crazy ; )
I have no idea if the Barney thing is true or not. Obviously, I believed it when some kid told me it was true.
Stay tuned! I’ll be sharing a few more journal entries soon.