I'm a journal writer. Have been since I was 5 years old and still have every journal I have ever written. I love to to look back and read through them from time to time and to remember the path that brought me to where I am today.
When I got married, for the first time in my life, I didn't journal, or at least I didn't think I did.
As I sat in my comfy chair yesterday, jotting down my plans for our upcoming trip, I had an epiphany of sorts, right smack in the middle of plotting our route through Disney World's Magic Kingdom.
While I have picked up blogging the last year or so, I realized that my journaling had taken on a different form since I've been married.
I am a planner and I have, over the years, kept notebooks that contain all of my many plans of various important moments in my life. Nothing formal by any means; there were lists and phone numbers and doodles to myself.
Oh Doodles, I have noticed that I am especially good about notes to myself in my garden journal that I won't miss when I look the next year. I left myself a note two years in a row before I finally listened to myself about not spending money on new guinea impatients ( I kill them every time).
I can look back at all of the raw moments of planning my mother's funeral as well as my papaw's and bits of my uncle's as well. I can see what my menu was for my cousin's baby shower or what plans I had for my last big Thanksgiving spread. I can look at the formation of the playlists for my niece and nephew's special CD's and of course planning the big anniversary trip.
It's certainly not a journal in a traditional sense, but then again, when have I ever fit the traditional mold?
