I was organizing my bookcase the other day and was surprised how many journals I have collected over the years. The picture above is all of the ones I could find, although I know there are at least five more that are lost in childhood boxes or were misplaced in my many moves or purposefully thrown away.
I got my first journal in the first grade. It was a Lisa Frank diary with a lock that never worked. I wrote about my favorite movie (Beauty and the Beast), how it was “finalee” snowing, and adventures with my friend Lauren selling Babysitter’s Little Sister books to our elderly neighbors (surprisingly yes, they did buy a few! I hope Mr. Bundros enjoyed Karen Brewer’s stories as much as we did.)
I also have travel journals from all of my international trips I’ve taken: Paris (filled with hilarious quotes from high school friends), Jamaica (where I wrote about how hot it was), Peru (amazing stories that I am so glad I recorded), and Germany (where I recorded every restaurant I visited and everything I purchased).
The other day I spent a long time going through these journals. I was delighted at my little girl stories, ashamed at my horrible writing, and disgusted for all the boys I had a crush on in my adolescence (seriously, Young Ginna, what were you thinking?).
I finally got to the journal from 2008, where I first met and recorded when J and I started dated. It was a red with a heart on the front. The first entry was written March 9, 2008:
“For forty-five minutes I walked along the aisle of Barnes & Noble pondering and browsing the selections of journals available…. I must confess I liked the heart on the front because in some subconscious and superstitious way, I think I am hoping and wishing that during these pages I will fall in love for the first time.”
I read this the other day shocked to find out that some 50 pages later, I do in fact fall in love for the first time! How amazing that I foreshadowed that in the beginning of my journal.
Do you keep a journal? Have you found that you journal less and blog more? What do you feel when you go back and look at your old journal entries?