When I was a kid my Grandma had a case of small journals that belonged to her grandma. I loved to read them. Mostly there was nothing very exciting or astounding, just everyday happenings. She would write that she went to the grocery store and then would list how much each thing cost. Or she would write about taking care of her baby, my grandma's mother, not how she felt about taking care of the baby just about taking care of the baby. Yet I found it all absolutely fascinating.
I don't write in a journal usually, I should but I never seem to do it. I love writing and putting my thoughts into words but with a journal they tend to sit in my nightstand and generally when I finally get to bed, I crash and am asleep quickly. So I blog and whether anyone else reads it or not I put many of my thoughts and feelings in writing. I probably should journal my more private thoughts and such sometimes too but maybe that's a goal for another year.
I sit here on my iPhone (Can I say once again, Thank you Steve Jobs for iPhones!) at close to midnight listening to my baby babble completely not ready to fall asleep, and I write, about nothing.
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