On Writing a Journal
Recently in our Sunday school class we had a discussion about writing a journal. I think it fit in with the discussion for the reasons for the writing of the Gospels and other New Testament books. Someone asked about the purpose of writing a journal. Is it meant to be read? Why would we want it to be read since it's personal?
This has been a question I've asked myself for a long time. I write a journal for two reasons. First, I want to sort out my feelings about problems that trouble me. Writing about it relieves my tension and gives me a peace about dealing with the problem. And second, I want my grandchildren and great grandchildren to know something about me and how I coped with my problems, my troubles and my happiness. I know nothing about the attitudes and way of life of my great grandparents. I would love to know, especially about my dad's mother's mother, Carolyn. I think I have this feeling because when I asked my dad what her name was, he said, "I don't know. We always called her Grandma." But Aunt Marge knew her name.
That made me think. I want my grandchildren to know who I am, what I've thought about, what motivates me, what I thought were my achievements, and of course, my first name. I try to write for them.
In 1972 I read a Mary Steward novel, Touch Not the Cat. There is a character in her story who writes diaries which were not kept locked up but were safe enough because she was such a dull woman that no one was interested in reading her dull thoughts. This brought some concern to me. What if I write all these things so that my family will know more about what made me tick and then they think I've lived such a dull life that they aren't interested in reading them!!
If nothing else, at least my Harriet Books, as I call them, have been a good tool for me to vent about my problems and to evaluate my thoughts in general. However, I have tried to not be dull, but I know that some days, I'm dull as gray!












Dull? Not at all. Finding this blog is like reading a little gem among all the glitter.