First and foremost, welcome to my newest followers! I don’t know how you’ve stumbled upon my blog, but I welcome you with open arms and hope you’ll read, comment, and share!
I think I’ve previously mentioned this, but I’ve been keeping journals and diaries off and on since I was in 3rd grade. They’re seriously funny to read and some of them are very much windows into my soul during the time when I wrote them. It’s funny – recently when I was in a group therapy session – one of the participants commented on “journaling” and how when you look back at old diaries, you sometimes can’t believe how you felt or what you wrote at the time.
As you can see by the photo, I have an eclectic mix of journals. My oldest one is a Cabbage Patch Kid diary that my dad brought my back from a business trip.
I didn’t write a lot in it and it isn’t interesting in the least. I mean, I ended up doing my math homework in it! But, it demonstrates my interest in writing at a young age. Was I single and sassy back then? God no. I was about 9 years old! I was so innocent and naive – still playing with Barbie dolls and Cabbage Patch kids, obviously.
Evidence of said math homework. Sigh. Long division still gives me the willies.
I think the page below is the highlight of the entire journal. It lists words/expressions that, in my 9 year old mind, were somehow “cool-a-roo” or “awesome.”
And ladies and gentlemen, the point of this blog post?
To demonstrate, yet again, the roots of why I may very well still be single.
I leave you with the thought that some things never change. Friday can never come soon enough:
P.S. Want more old journal entries? They get juicier! Coming soon…