Revisiting Old Journals Gave Me A New Appreciation For Journaling

Twenty-four years ago, I had a great idea.

I started a journal to record my sons' actions and words.

Sometimes I look back at old photos and wonder about the details behind the picture taken. A written record provides even more details.

My great idea lasted about eight months. Then nothing.

Now I am writing and journaling daily. I appreciate having thoughts and moments recorded. I decided to revisit my idea.

I dug out the old journals, one for each son. I had immediate regrets. 

Why didn’t I keep this habit going? I had forgotten most of what I recorded. The entries were short. Each provided a small memory of my sons when they were younger.

Knowing they were written the day they happened is a more accurate reflection than memories years later.

I’ve decided to pick up the task again. I bought new journals.

The old entries have been transcribed into the new journals. Now my challenge is to write memories of my sons growing up. The critical word there is memories.

Memories can't compete with immediate reflection. I will miss the fine, nuanced moments. Memories will be less accurate. Still, their stories will be recorded, and hopefully appreciated.

I'm rethinking my daily journaling. I need to add more details about my thoughts and actions.