My memory stinks.
I'll remember certain moments or feelings. Like saying something stupid in front of a guy I liked or flubbing the audition for the Christmas concert solo. Great memories are vivid too, like screaming the moment my agent emailed that she'd like to represent my manuscript and the night my siblings raced across the continent to surprise my parents for their 20th anniversary.
But other stuff is kinda blank. Friends will mention parties we threw or people we knew and I'll have no idea what they're talking about. Some of them journaled and they have these awesome accounts detailing every minute of what they felt were numbingly inane days. But those accounts are amazing because they bleed feelings.
And I'm so jealous. I never journaled. This blog is the closest thing I have to a journal and one of the reasons I enjoy blogging so much.
Have you journaled?
xoxo,
Suzanne
About Me
- Suzanne Casamento
- Author of Fingerprints, Choosing Tally, and All the Moments in Between. Tweet me @suzannecasamento
No, never kept a journal. Film or digital photos tell the stories for me. I did carry a pledge book we wrote in back in my fraternity days, but I can't tell you much more than that, it is top secret......
ReplyDeleteNo, never. Never even kept a little diary as a kid. I think I had one and maybe wrote a few things, but never kept up with it.
ReplyDeleteI'm not a journaler. I did keep a diary as a child and it cracks me up when I read through them! I'm even going to post some excerpts!
ReplyDeleteYes. I first started a journal at the direction of my creative writing teacher in college. I carried on the habit afterwards but somewhat sporadically. When I read old journal entries, they trigger an ever-widening memory bank, like a snowball, things I'd totally forgotten, and I'm glad for what I have written.
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