Whenever I fall off the diary wagon, I feel like my thoughts
and feelings get cooped up in my head. At some point, I feel like my diary is
screaming at me to write it all down, so I’ll climb out of bed before falling
asleep and just write, write, write. It’s therapeutic! It still kind of sounds
lame that I write in a diary, but this is definitely not a cutesy “Dear Diary”
kind of thing for me. I write everything I’m feeling – anger, love,
frustrations, fears – and nobody else (hopefully) will ever read it.
Well, now that I’ve written about my diaries in a blog post,
it is no longer a secret that I have diaries all over the place! I’ve always
wondered what would happen to my diaries if I suddenly disappeared…would people
actually open them and read all of my deepest, darkest thoughts? Umm…can I go
on record and say that I need them DESTROYED immediately.
The fun thing about the diaries is that I can go back and
read years and years’ worth of learning, maturing, and journeying through life.
It is so hilarious to read how angry I used to get at the most senseless things,
and how many moments felt like the worst moments of my life at the time. A lot
of the diary entries make me so annoyed at myself for being so dramatic! But
still, it’s life, and I got through it all, ya know??
Anyway, it’s never too late to start documenting life in a
diary. It feels so good to handwrite my thoughts onto paper, and look back at
the good, bad, and ugly times!
Toodle doo,
RY
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