my little diary

When I was eight years old, my older sister gave me a present for my first communion. It was a matching set of pencils and a blank notebook. I began writing in my "journal" from the tender age of eight and I continued to write in it (at least three times a week) until I was eighteen years old. I recently found my old journal - an actual diary that documented ten whole years of my life. I consider it a real treasure. Everything in it is so special to me, from my thoughts and feelings to how my handwriting has changed from a little eight year old to a grown woman.

When Danny and I have kids, I will encourage my child to keep a journal from a young age as I did. Not only was it a creative outlet for me to express my feelings, it is my autobiography. I'm considering sharing a random excerpt from it...maybe like the first day of school when I was ten years old, or when I moved away for college when I was eighteen. Or my first car at sixteen. There are so many memories in that little book. It is now tattered and worn, and that only adds to the sentimental value.

And now, I consider this blog to be my journal. I'm probably not as transparent with my feelings as I would be in a book that I know no one else would ever read, but I do want my blog to document my life as a newlywed. There are certain things that I do not talk about...including my job and the details of my marriage.  I just feel like certain things should remain private. I do like to use my blog to record memories - sometimes bad, sometimes good, but always real. So, what does all of this mean? I'm refocusing the purpose of this blog. I started with the intention of creating a personal journal of mine and Danny's life and I feel now it is more of a scrapbook with photos and blurbs rather than a journal full of emotions. I want to look back and know exactly how I was feeling and what I was going through on any given day.

Just like my little diary I kept growing up, I want this blog to be my autobiography.