I’ve always thought it would be sort of neat to come across someone’s old journals in my attic. Maybe a strangers or maybe a relatives, but I’ve always found reading about how someone else experiences life fascinating. It’s so personal. I want to record the important moments in my life (possibly even the smaller things) and someday, hopefully my grandkids/great grandkids will stumble upon them and find reading about the grandma to be pretty neat.

I keep a blog too, so it’s really hard to come up with just the right thing to say. MOre important things should be kept in a journal. More personal and more memorable.

Hopefully I’ll be able to stick with it.