After drafting my memoir, I pulled out my grade school diary hoping to find some good fodder to fill in the memory gaps...a whole lotta cringy nothing. I can’t let go of my journals either, although my friend has a pact with her friend that whoever dies first has the task of going to the other’s house to destroy her journals.
The keep-or-toss journal dilemma remains largely unresolved. At some point, cringey or not, I feel as if I may need to remember myself, so I stash the notebooks in my attic, along with my late mom’s and grandmother’s. I’m the last in the family writing legacy and the journals will likely stay undiscovered. I’m okay with that.
I was definitely a “Dear Diary” girl, full of cringy things about boys. I wondered, what else I did with my time.
I also have done morning pages.
What I find is missing, is how I felt about things that I was agonising over.
What did I do with the kids that day? What fun thing did I fit in? Did I go on a date with my husband.
That is all missing from my records. So I have been thinking about maybe creating a private blog for my family. I started…adding the my age as tags, with the idea that my kids could find what I was thinking when I was the same age as them.
After drafting my memoir, I pulled out my grade school diary hoping to find some good fodder to fill in the memory gaps...a whole lotta cringy nothing. I can’t let go of my journals either, although my friend has a pact with her friend that whoever dies first has the task of going to the other’s house to destroy her journals.
The keep-or-toss journal dilemma remains largely unresolved. At some point, cringey or not, I feel as if I may need to remember myself, so I stash the notebooks in my attic, along with my late mom’s and grandmother’s. I’m the last in the family writing legacy and the journals will likely stay undiscovered. I’m okay with that.
What a thoughtful piece.
I was definitely a “Dear Diary” girl, full of cringy things about boys. I wondered, what else I did with my time.
I also have done morning pages.
What I find is missing, is how I felt about things that I was agonising over.
What did I do with the kids that day? What fun thing did I fit in? Did I go on a date with my husband.
That is all missing from my records. So I have been thinking about maybe creating a private blog for my family. I started…adding the my age as tags, with the idea that my kids could find what I was thinking when I was the same age as them.
I haven’t revisited it in a while.
What have you done to record memories?