I hunted all over the house for my journal, because I had some crazy ideas I just had to jot down right then or I might explode.
Couldn't find it anywhere. I nearly shat my pants. Sound like an overreaction? It's 'snot. Promise.
I was convinced I'd left it at church and it was already a new internet meme. The titles be all,
"Crazy mom's journal. You can't make this crap up."
"Psycho lady leaves diary behind. Craziest sh#$ you've read in years."
People, I'd said it before 'n I'll say it again:
I love my journal. And I write everything in it. Please don't read it. I'll hate you forever. When I'm dead you people can read it. But know that I wasn't crazy. I was just excited about a lot of weird things.
I found it. Phew. Gotta keep a better eye on that thing.
So I have a point, here. The point is---
I am a huge nerd. Also, though,
get yourself a journal. I'm serious. It's so very choice.
I'll bet you already have a journal. And you feel guilty because you wrote in it once on your son's 4th birthday 17 years ago and never picked it up again----
this is where I tell you something important:
You're doing it wrong.
No one should feel guilty that they didn't write down every little detail of their child's life. Or every birthday or special moment or word or whatever. Stop feeling guilty.
And you know what? Detailed, every day, dry "Today I went to work and did ______ and _____ and we had ______ for dinner and . . . " well, sometimes that's fun to do, and some days you do wanna remember every detail, and for the rest of the days,
fuggedaboutit. Ain't nobody got time for that.
You know what crap's in my journal?
*Page 1 might've been my shopping list.
*Page 2 might be a drawing of some pi-ece de crap I want to build.
*Page 3 might be notes I took at church.
*Page 126 might be the party I planned.
*Page 127 might be something I was upset about.
--It's like a random smorgasbord of my brain, really.
You know what other crap I keep in my journal?
* A dream journal. People, keep a dream journal. It's so fun. Dreams are crazy awesome. It's like you get to live another life while you're sleeping, with zero consequences of your actions when you wake up. It's amazing.
*Gratitude list. I'm not a cheese, but I love it.
And guess what?
The Daddy-o keeps a journal just like mine. He loves it just as much.
One page he's planning a built-in for the kitchen (kind of like spice shelves but cooler and fancier with fancy oil 'n vinegar bottles 'n stuff.)
And the very next page,
he's taking notes for church. Or something else. Whatever else. That's the point--
If you're a planner, plan. In your journal.
Artist, make art. In your journal.
If you're a list maker, list and check off in your journal. Those things give a great indication of who you are and what you're up to.
If you write down the funny stuff your kids say, write it in your journal.
(Example: conversation at dinner couple nights ago:
"Daddy seriously let you guys watch 'Predator' with him while I was gone? Are you kidding me?? He's dead meat."
Johnny: "Don't kill Daddy! I like him." )
All I know is, I don't want to forget little nuggets like that one. 'S all I'm saying. Journal nerds, unite.