I love the ideas of journals. I love the feel of journals. I always thought that it would be great to keep a journal, and I have tried a few times. I absolutely hate to reread my own words and destroy and evidence that I have written a journal in no time at all. I feel exposed and scandalous when my private thoughts are in writing for anyone to find. My mom recently posted the picture below of my grandmother's journals. I adore my grandmother, and it means so much to see her words on page, to see what was important or interesting or note-worthy to her. It made me want to keep a journal for future generations, but I know it's not going to happen.
I have never thought of blogging as keeping a journal. Is it? Will my kids and grandkids read these words one day? Will the lack of penmanship take away the personal nature? Will I need to go back and rip out some pages. I will never be as lovely or interesting as my grandmother, but maybe blogging is one way to be a bit like her.
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