Someone asked me a couple months ago when I started writing. I said I was eight. I was wrong. I was nine. I received my first diary on December 25, 1984, and that was the day I started journaling. Notice my first diary has Garfield on the cover. I was obsessed with Garfield at age nine.
Ever since I was asked about the origin of my writing journey, I have thought about locating all of my journals. I scoured the house today and found twenty journals. (During the hunt I accidentally found all my Christmas presents. Sorry, honey! Don’t worry, I didn’t look in the bags, but I think I’m going to be very happy on Christmas Day!)
Not every page of every journal is filled but most are. I pity the person who ever tries to put the entries in chronological order. I would start one journal, get half way through, lose it, and then start another one. Then I would find the half-filled one and finish it off. What a disorganized mess! But what matters is I put my thoughts down on paper. Journaling has been my life line.
My first journal had Strawberry Shortcake on the cover…I think I was probably around 8 or 9. A few years ago I found it and read through it…I howled with laughter at some of the stuff I wrote! You’ve inspired me to try to find all my journals and put them in one place…maybe I’ll find my Christmas presents too! haha.
I hear ya! Maybe now that mine are all in one place I’ll actually read through them. I don’t do that enough. It’s always good to be reminded of lessons I have learned
Thanks for stopping by, Rachel!
Thanks, Lisa!! I appreciate it!
Too funny! I also have many journals that I’ve begun and never finished…I am in love with journals that are pretty or idea-inspiring, but honestly, what I’ve been most consistent at is my plain old lined-paper notebooks that I use for my prayer journals.
I’m the same way, Beverly. I like the pretty journals, but most of mine are the cheap wire-bound Mead notebooks–very glamourous!