I've always wished I could be a journalist. Not so much for a newspaper; more of a daily journal sitting in your favorite chair with a cup of coffee and the morning quiet surrounding you. This is my mother. A calm picture of tranquility. Daily.
Sometimes, when I have an hour or two, I'll pick a journal by year from the shelves of them and sit and read literally every entry of the year. I remember things I did years ago but from someone else's view. And then I go and put an entry in a journal I've had for years thinking I'll start up again. I'm so glad I have Pam and Joan to push me to do this blog so many times a week.
I'm a journal keeper. I started when I had my first child. It's been nearly 8 years. My journal entries mean the world to me.
ReplyDeleteI don't know if I'll ever allow my children to read them, though. I was too honest for that, or so I expect. Maybe when I'm dead it will be ok. Maybe.
She used to have one about each individual child (5 of us!) but stopped and only has one each. When I was little I used to read mine because I wanted to read all about me! But now I just like reading all the mundane things we did that year.
ReplyDeleteI like your selective focus, with just a few of the words legible. Also, I like how it looks like she just stepped away for a few minutes...
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