There’s something about the sound of pen on paper. The little scritch-scratch that announces a writer is at work. It’s a different feeling than the sound of keys clicking.
This is my online journal, and I love it. I try to be real, true-to-life, and genuine, but I know that I only give you glimpses into this life of mine. I purposely try not to vent my feelings or rant about things – my husband gets to hear all that stuff. 😉 Some things I don’t share for safety reasons [my kids faces], other things I don’t share for social reasons.
It’s good to have a written journal.
In my collection of stuff there is a diary that I kept in elementary school. It’s funny to read it now. At the time of it’s writing I didn’t even have enough content to fill the 3 inch by 5 inch page. All those days of “went to school, practiced piano, and played.” There were some exciting times of visiting grandparents or friends.
During my teenage years I would get discouraged because I didn’t write something every day. I’d just not write at all because I skipped a day or two.
I’m still not good at writing every day, but I try to jot down bits and pieces when I have a chance. At least I’ll have bits and pieces when I’m famous and need to write a autobiography. 😆
Sometimes it’s just good for me to write down the emotions, the nitty gritty, the new tooth my baby got, the temptations, the blessings, the insignificant things that add up to be my daily life.
And I’ve always thought the blank diaries are just bee-u-ti-ful.