Monday, July 14, 2008


There is so much that I don't remember that I wish I did and so much that I remember clearly that I wish I did not.

I'm glad I've been keeping journals for so long. Going through old notebooks, I wish I was better at putting dates on things. I thought it was charming that I used to journal by just flipping it open and writing whatever on the first empty page. Now, some 20 years later, I don't think it is charming, it looks like a load of random thoughts written by a person with really bad A.D.D. Haha!

Some of the stuff is very good, but it is written in a way that, back then, I thought I would recall every reference and secret nod. Now, I remember well enough to know some of it was written in code, just not well enough to have any idea what any of it means!

Is life like that? Are we forgotten after we die as quickly as we forget our own life while we were alive? That is a scary thought.

PS- Speaking of words, did I mention that my dad has a blog now!!! Check it out! That means both of my parents, my favorite Auntie, a cousin or two, and my older brother are all blogging. Now, if we could just get my youngest brother on a computer, it would be the whole gang!


Deb Hardman said...

maybe some day you'll be famous, & after you're gone someone will try to decode you journals & write the next Davinci Code from it!

Unknown said...

i just had a similar experience! i was unpacking the last box since allen and i split and i found ALL of my old journals from between the ages of 7-18. it was well odd, to say the least.


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