Vanilla Ice!! Haven’t heard that song in — well, a very, very long time. My first concert was The Monkees. No, I have no diary thoughts about that and probably don’t need them. I have started and stopped so many journals over the year that I should feel like a complete failure that none has more than a few dozen entries. I used to beat myself up about that. Why can’t I journal regularly?? What is wrong with me?
Then, I realized that journaling held on to too much, captured memories and thoughts and ideas that were never meant to be remembered forever. Reading old entries felt heavy and uncomfortable. Bad memories one paper are still bad memories. I don’t want to read those ten or twenty years later. Believe me, they are still in my mind, having them on paper is overkill.
I was more successful at keeping what I call an Image Journal. A few words, some memories, but mostly magazine cutouts, my clumsy attempts to draw, photos, stickers. In fact, I’ve been thinking about starting a new Image Journal — seems appropriate for the 103 Days of Creativity Challenge!