But here's the thing I also realized- journaling can offer you some stuff that blogs can't. For one, they're private, so you can get as simplistic or purple prosy cheesy as you want. You can talk about whatever/whoever without worrying about being judged. You can also let your 'USE PROPER GRAMMAR AND SENTENCE STRUCTURE, DAMN IT!' guard down a little because who's gonna see, right?
But the most valuable thing about a journal is the fact that you have physical proof of things that were. You may feel like your journal is boring and bland now, you might even feel that way in a few years, but when ten years goes by and you crack it open, wonderful, ridiculous, and many cringe worthy moments come rushing back.
I wouldn't have even thought about my old journals if I hadn't come across them by mistake, and now it's like I have The Life of Young Amy available for browsing whenever I want.
Here they are, in all their glory. The earliest is the Lisa Frank diary with the lock, started in 1995. The most recent is in the cut-and-glued personalized cover, highlighting my sophomore year in high school. The things I found in the journals were ridiculous.
Apparently, I liked a singer named “Michel W. Smith” and my life goal was “to make peple happy.”
As time went by, I resorted to more grown up, adult things. You know, like wishing on fake stars that I drew myself.
The high school years were the most painful to re-read, but even in the midst of all the horrific drama and teen anguish I was able to make an observation about myself that was more accurate and relevant to my future than I could ever know at the time: "I don't care, I just wanna keep writing. For the craziest reason it helps."
And then there was the flat out pee-your-pants worthy book that was filled with Harry Potter fan fiction that I wrote with my best friend. We had two notebooks, one for a serious story, and one for a silly story. Still, both stories featured us as the main characters along with the old favorites.
“......Snape's cloak, got on the floor, and pulled it over her. Suddenly, her hand emerged. It was interpretive dance. Dumbledore clapped his hands to the techno. After the short dance ended, Amy gave Snape back his cloak, brushed herself off, looking as if nothing had happened.
Dumbledore started, 'Amy..'
She cut him off. 'Call me Tubby.'
Harry's eyes widened.
'Tubby,' Dumbledore said, 'and Roxie, it's time to go to the Halloween Feast.' ”
Oh. My. GOD.
And then there were the old personal jokes between friends...
If I told you what that meant, I'd have to kill you.
Looking through all my old journals was such an emotional roller coaster, but there were so many things that I hadn't thought about in years and probably would have forgotten completely. It inspired me to start another one up, despite the fact that I keep a blog too.
Do you guys like journaling the old fashioned way? Have you found any hidden treasures in your old journals/diaries?