The way I keep a journal now as opposed to a teenager is like night and day. I don’t feel the need to go into detail with every bit of my day like I did as a teen. Oh the angst and drama of it all. ;)
For almost two years I have regularly written little snippets about each day in my ‘journal’. It is a little slice of who I am. My great grandfather and great grandmother did it and it is a true treasure and a ‘slice of life’ as to what they did each day, or what the weather was like, or you name it. That’s what I want to leave behind more than anything. I wish I would have done it sooner.
Today, we have Marcy showing us her daily writings. She has a system. She keeps it simple. She gets it done.
I love this so much. When you take out the need for a bunch of fluff–not that there’s anything wrong with that :) –your mind is free to focus on what really matters: the words and a couple photos. It’s more a visual journal than a scrapbook in today’s modern use of the term.