KEEPING A JOURNAL

One of my favorite memories is my dad reading from my Grandmother's journal. She wrote about going to the soda shop, not doing drugs or drinking cause she just wasn't into it, and meeting her British pilot husband over the phone. I kept a journal at BYU, reading it is a little depressing because its mostly about my God guilt. I wish I had written about my day to day stuff. I also loved reading Susan Sontag's journal, it has short lists and vignettes of simple life stuff. It's easy to feel like I'm constantly recording thru things like Instagram and Facebook and blogs, and I think I am for sure, but there is nothing like the tactile handwritten journal all in one place. Somewhere you can flip back to a date and see what happened that day. Maybe if I get a beautiful book I'll actually use it. Leather or cloth, something that will disappear on a shelf and look good with other books. A book for every year, 365 pages.