As much as I love to read other people's blogs, I cannot seem to develop a journaling habit for myself <sigh>. This should not surprise me, since I have never been a journal-keeper. Journal starter, yes, but to keep on? No. Not more than a few days. I certainly treasure the journals I have kept--the one from my 2001 trip to Germany comes to mind. I actually journaled every single day, and there are things that I certainly would have forgotten without that written record. I kept that journal thanks to my friend Judith (hi, Judith!) who had returned from a trip to Scandanavia (Finland?) shortly before my Germany trip. I loved reading her record of her trip and decided to keep one of my own.
I really like looking back at past blog entries and seeing stuff that I have forgotten. Every once in a while, I catch up on my blog after a long absence and I find myself putting in things I've already posted about because I've already forgotten what I blogged about!
I used to read blogs for an hour or so every day. Now I read them while I walk on the treadmill for about 45 minutes (see my miles up there?) so I never comment. You can't type while walking and especially not while sweating like I do on the treadmill. I was reading one today and was struck by the author's ability to chronicle her creativity and record what she is working on and how she got the idea, how it developed, etc. I would like to be able to do that. But I don't think it's going to happen in this lifetime.
In college, a woman who lived in my dorm filled composition book after composition book with her journal entries. She is probably a fantastic blogger. Or a famous author. Or something. At any rate, she has a detailed history of her years in college. I'm sure the books are filled with teenage angst and details of her life that she seldom reads. She said, even then, that she just needed to get everything out in order to deal with it.
If I were the kind of person who could keep a daily journal, I suspect I would have been keeping one even then. But I didn't. I started several. Over the years I have the first entry of many daily journals, which never got a second entry.
So if I look at it that way, the fact that I have 168 entries in my blog shows a certain stick-to-itiveness that I've never shown before. Yeah. I'm doing great.
I still intend to write down the details that I remember about Disneyland. Just not until after my piano recital tomorrow. And Punkin's birthday last weekend. And the dance recital. And the end of 5th grade. There are lots of excuses heading my way!