Write in my journal on a weekly basis

Failed. Forgot about it is more like it.

I wrote my entry for this week. I think I will continue this for a couple months until it becomes a habit then consider this goal done. The actual writing is more of a task for me than something I really enjoy, but I love to look back and see how I have grown. I also have a very bad memory and many times I look back to my journals from grade school and they spark memories of things I have long forgotten about. In addition, I find myself using them to find dates that things happened. (I make sure to include boring things like getting my car oil changed because knowing the date comes in handy later!)

I bought a fabulous new blank notebook tonight and I’m going to get busy on this goal! I agree with Lonesome – I’m going to make sure I write the good stuff too! I actually only have my recent journals to look thru, I kept one as a teenager but it didn’t survive all the moves of an army brat. sad, though i’m sure it was just full of all the typical angst

I’ve done better in recent years, though some entries were as dull as drawing pictures of my shopping lists, lol! but I’ve been out of the habit for almost 2 years now….but we’re gonna fix that…

i have journals going back to when i was in the 6th grade. and they all have the same thing in common the same thing in common—longing for something that i do not have. it makes me kind of sad. all of my entries, going back to when i was 12, are about wishing my life was different than it was. when i was 12, i didn’t want to leave public school for catholic school. when i was 16 it was wishing i was smarter and more popular. when i was 22 it was wishing i was a better actress. when i was 26 it was wishing the person i loved loved me. much of the pain was of my own doing, because i am sometimes selfish, and self centered and irrational. but now things are good. at 30 i’m starting to learn things i couldn’t or wouldn’t before. and for some strange reason, i have not urge to document it. i know it’s sill to force myself to do something i have no inclination to do but when i’m 34 (or 64) i would like to remember the good things and not just the bad.