Journals

I remember as a kid keeping a journal/diary in a spiral notebook. I don't remember what happened to them. They sure would make interesting reading if someone found them (or maybe not). Anyway I have never kept any type of journal as an adult. When my dad died last year I found some things he had written. He had actually started a journal a few times and had just scraps of paper with thoughts written down in other places. I enjoyed reading his thoughts-some things were actually about me and my kids. Anyway I saw a therapist for a few weeks to help me deal with his death. She suggested that I journal. I did start one. I have always been better at putting my thoughts in writing rather than just saying them. My husband and I used to argue that way! I would get so frustrated during an arguement that I would go to our bedroom and write him a note! We don't do that anymore. I also thought how good it made me feel to read my dad's thoughts. A way of keeping him with me. I wanted to leave something similar for my children. However, I did not write faithfully. I found I spent more time thinking about what I wanted to write rather than actually writing! That was still a form of therapy but in no way anything permanent for others to read. I wonder if blogging will also fall by the wayside. I don't know. I think that by knowing others will be reading might hold me more accountable. We'll see.