On Journaling

I think everyone should journal, or keep a diary or whatever you’d like to call it.  I've always thought keeping a journal sounded more masculine, and keeping a diary sounded like an object in a pink room with a locket on it that an emotional teen confesses her crushes to.  Therefore, I journal.  

I’m also getting pretty good at it too.  If anyone ever uses it as material for a biography, they’ll find I have a far better vocabulary in my journal than I ever did in real life.  I am also far more articulate and gracious and charming.  Maybe that’s because I have a tendency to write my journal with the subconscious notion that someone else is going to eventually read it and I want to paint a flattering picture of myself.  Keeping a journal makes me realize that I am still a very self-centered person.  It also makes me realize that there are parts of my character that are changing, and some parts that just refuse to budge.  The goal is, of course, to be as real on paper as you are in real life – but I suppose I’m still working through that.  

There are parts of my journal (and my history) that I wish I could erase, and thanks to my garbage can, I have erased.  I have only ever thrown away one journal, and I didn't even throw away all of it. There was one page that I felt would go very well in my biography, so I kept it.  The worst part about that one page, is that on the other side, was something I really, really wanted to throw away.  Darn it.  Maybe I can just write a note on there to the editor of my future biography to just read the one side.  The section I threw away was an entire journal I filled with entries about a crush I had.  Maybe that makes it a diary by my own standards and maybe that’s why I didn't keep it.  This crush lasted for two years, so the journal was pretty full by the time I was “over” her  Reading it just made me nauseated, and I didn't want that to be a ‘part of my history’ so I just tossed it.  

I advise everyone to journal as much as possible.  As humans, and especially in this country as Americans, we have a very short attention span and a very short memory.  We live “in the moment” in all the wrong ways.  But we are fools if we think that we can simply close our eyes and pretend that we sprang out of the ground as the beings we currently are, and have no embarrassing history to blush about.  If you are ashamed of your past, congratulations, you are just like everyone else you've ever know.    

But a journal is like the recipe card that we keep that tells us what ingredients were used in the making of this person.  If you don’t know how you were made, how can you really know who you are?  Or who you might become?  Or even who you want to become?