I must admit, I’ve never had a journal. I know, I know, for someone who loves to write so much, it seems a shame not to have a journal. I never really realized how sad it was until I started regularly blogging.
I wish I had a journal for the last 30 years or so. It saddens me deeply that so much of my life has been forgotten. Is it egocentric to read your own journal entries? I think not. I’d love to rediscover myself, and be able to look back on hardships, etc, with the wisdom of time. Oh well, maybe I’ll start a journal now. Maybe I’ll consider *this* my journal, although it’s much more difficult to share the nitty-gritty details of life online.
I think later today I’m going to have a “10 ways to love blogging” or something similar. I’ve learned a lot exploring the blogosphere (gawd that’s a cheesy word), so I might as well write it down so I don’t forget it. ;o)