Sharing stories and talking with friends is something with which I am comfortable. Telling stories about my life to strangers is something that makes me uncomfortable. My continuing ambivalence toward the existence of this journal is because it falls under both categories. These past few weeks have been full of events and stories, but few of them have made it into here. Partly that is because I’ve been busy. By the time I have a quiet moment to sit down and type my brain says “Enough!” and goes to sleep.
I want to fill my journal with fun stories and profound thoughts. I want to write about things that I’ll be glad/nostalgic to read about years from now. Lately trying to produce that kind of material has been hard. I hope it is just a product of the “settling in” phase of the school year rather than a longer term result of schedule shift.
After this weekend’s big influx of relatives September’s busiest week will be over. Next weekend is a father/son campout. The weekend after that I’m considering letting Kiki have a video party with some of her school friends. She needs out-of-school events to cement those friendships. Then September 30 is the opening of Serenity. Howard and I will be wanting to go to that. Add to all those events soccer games every thursday and Saturday. Soccer Practices every Monday. Cub Scouts every Wednesday. Kiki’s activity days every other Tuesday. Every day has stuff written on it. No wonder I’m not journaling as much. No wonder I’m tired and the housework isn’t getting done the way it should.
Speaking of which I need to go mop my kitchen floor or else my relatives will all have to extend their visits until they can get unstuck.
Well, for what it’s worth, I’ve always enjoyed reading your journal… but generally, I figure living life is more important than writing about it.
I’m glad that you write this journal. Makes me feel like I live a little bit closer to you. I’m also a little bit envious that you do write so often in it. I only write in mine once every month or two.
I always write interesting things on my calendar, funny kid sayings, when kids loose teeth, our schedule and then keep them as a journal of sorts.
It’s interesting to look at past year’s calendars…how unbusy we were!
Plus, with Short Term Memory Loss problems, it’s nice to have those memory prompts help me remember things that otherwise would not be remembered. Ross must be tired of saying, What? you were there! and I say, Tell me what happened, I don’t remember at all.
You might be going through a tired slump… and besides, family coming always makes for good writing. So the tired might be more pronounced, but you’ll have plenty to write about!
Besides, if anyone realized what moms do, they would look at your LiveJournal as a miracle.
After going through my grandma’s journal stuff after she died, I really was glad that she did it. The act of Journal writing is leaving interesting Genealogy stuff for our descendants.
I don’t know about anyone else… but there are things, just little things, that I read in your journal about Kiki and Link (mostly) that help me have a fresh sight with what I am doing with my own girls. And you have forgotten another important function of keeping a journal… to get things off your chest!
So even if you think it’s not profound or something you want to look back on there may still be a reason (or two) to be writing it out.
If you feel weird about everyone reading some of the things you want to journal you can always change your security setting to something other than public. I know that’s something has done in the past. I’ve done that a time or two. I find that if it’s something too sensitive for me to share I hand write it in my paper journal. It’s still there for posterity and for me to read later but no one will comment on it for a long time to come.