I found a planner from 1991 while basement cleaning earlier. I used it as a journal of sorts for much of the year. No real emotion, more facts of the daily adventures and non-adventures. I didn’t read too much from it because I don’t like to revisit certain lost eras.
However, I did write something toward the back about somebody by the name of Melville and his thoughts on sanity and insanity. How they were akin to the “points in the rainbow where one color begins and another ends.”
Three years ago I started keeping a notebook sort of as a planner. I did this because Mom told me about one that she was given that was her mothers. Same type of deal with the contents just daily activities. Like yours mine started out impersonal - appointments, phone calls I made/received, and things I needed to follow up on.
Oh and most importantly what and when I fixed something for supper (hate to food poison myself easy way to prevent this) I thought it might be neat for my kids to look at some day or even my grand-kids. Over the course of the last three years darn thing has evolved as….you guessed it a journal full of emotions splattered everywhere. Now I’m not so sure I want anyone to read it :)
100% of the emotional things I write, I don’t want anyone to read it. Myself included. :)
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