The photo shows some of my journals. The oldest entry is December 20, 1990. I meant to share one of the entries in this post, but happened on some entries that made me weep, one was about the day my kids were born and the other was about the day my dog Teddy Bear was run over and killed. Both of these events occurred nearly thirty years ago, but the raw emotion was still there. So change of plans for today, I need a bit more time to find a more appropriate, lighter journal entry to share.
Most of my journals have gaps in them, when life happened and I just didn’t have the time to write. Even after lengthy pauses I have come back to my journals and continued on. I encourage you to keep a journal to remember and even to help you vent about life. I treasure mine and there is a lot of great material here for future blog posts and story ideas. I often wish that one of my ancestors had kept a journal so that I would know about them and their life.