Journaling fills me with tremendous trepidation. I have five journals started in nooks and crannies. When I was young, my locked diary was cream-colored. My kids found it covered in socks, promptly picked, then giggled at mommy’s middle school yearnings. Sometimes I rant and vent and write about fictitious events. Other times, secrets.
Might be from a Reese Witherspoon movie, but I imagine being in the bathtub, eyes closed, sunk up to my chin in bubbles, when someone comes in waving my journal. I feel panic, helplessness and violation simultaneously.
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In which we write 100 words using the prompt "Diary" thanks to Tara at Thin Spiral Notebook. I started two other entries, but, of course, they were too vulnerable ;-).
6 comments:
I don't know what happened to my diaries/journals. I think my mother stole them/hid them/destroyed them. I have no proof of this, but they did vanish after I'd moved out and I know I didn't take them. What I wouldn't give to be able to read the one from high school especially, and share with my teens navigating high school.
Maybe your mom packed them away for you then forgot. High school already?!? Im trying to think what advice I'd give my high school self. Actually, I needed more decision making advice in college. A few things I would have done differently. Too many mistakes made. I like to call them growth experiences in hindsight.
My journal habit were just fits and starts until I started a bullet journal. Now, everything is condensed into manageable compartments.
I have always bullet journaled for the most part. Worked for me with then intent to go back and expand on some (which never seems to happen). I'm best with my travel journals. One of these days...
I still journal every morning. It's mostly meditative and full of prayers --> or "help me"s to God. I've often thought when I'm gone, maybe my children will come across these and realize how much their lives consumed me. xo
Amen to THAT! They don't even realize how much. But they will someday when they have their own. I just finished my daily reading meditation (It was about kids!) and morning prayers. Of course, they were in large part for/about my (adult) children.
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