I said that I would update with a lovely, poetic collection of different passages from my journal soon. Well, the truth is I haven't written as much as I should. I feel embarrassed to even think about going back to my beautiful, italian made journal - (Laine gave it to me as a present) as I have not given it the attention it deserves.
The reasoning behind it: I feel so behind. Sometimes, I write with no due-dates; freely. Other times, (in the Laine-given journal), I write as if I am retelling the events of the day. It is kind of compulsive. If I don't finish that day, I leave blank space for it and go to the next day. It gets really chaotic. (HA! that word will always haunt me. chaos. you will find this out later).
So, yes. I am VERY behind. I am trying to write out the events that happened on...let's see.. May 30th? And then randomly the beginning of June? No, no, no, I got this all wrong. I needn't write in the past, I really need to start letting go of that minor OCD journaling. Because, guess what? I am going to always remember some things. They don't need to be written down.
Why should one write anyway?
A) To look back 50 years from now and think, "wow I was such a _______"
B) To release mental "toxins" so to speak
C) To be the next Anne Frank
Well, I know I need to write so I don't stay up at night thinking. Or, so I don't miss my exit on the freeway, and then THREE exits later realize it...all because I was so deep in thought. Yeah, I suppose option B is my choice. But hey, if you want to be a historical figure to yourself or to the general public, be my guest.
And lastly, I labeled this: Just some talk. It is sad that I am only writing AT the future reader, instead of communicating WITH. If I had any followers that would comment on it, that would be really cool. That's why I titled my blog, Q & Q with SS. But, just some talk; no knowledge gained per se. No facts learned. Just some talk that might have softly transitioned you from 12:20 to 12:30.
P.S.
Celebratory post: oil spill FIXED. (hopefully forever).
I keep a journal for various reasons, including all three of the ones you mentioned. I've also gotten really interested in discovering my roots. I've taken to walking around in cemeteries where I know I've got ancestors, in search of a familiar name on a headstone. When I uncover a journal entry or handwritten will, I experience this unbelievable connection to those roots. I have so many questions for my dead ancestors, even my living ones, that will forever go unanswered. I'm hoping that my descendants, should I have any, will be able to read my journal and feel some sort of connection with me, have some of their questions answered. Perhaps in coping with their own lives, they will see how I coped with something similar in mine.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully well said. I just saw, just this minute, that you posted a comment. That is a very, very brilliant reason. I have been enjoying walking through cemeteries lately, but haven't had luck in finding ancestors. I hope you are doing well with school and everything else. I have a picture of you and Kaia in the latest post.
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