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Journal tag





  • Thank whoever tagged you, then link to him/her and the creator (Melissa Gravitis). Thanks, Tori! You seem to find a lot of fun tags ;D 
  • Go through your old journals (writing or otherwise), and share something from them: from world-building to sketches, to random quotes, to an entry, to short snippets of writing! And if you feel like it needs explaining, go for it!
  • Tag at least five other bloggers.
  • Feel free to use the header image!
  • Have fun!

I love journaling. I mean I've done two posts about it so far (three counting this one). The Art of Journaling and Smile Every Day, Then Write Why

First, I have a lot of journals! I'm currently on #34. 

I'm going to share about my first journal, and the first three pages of it, since that won't be too embarrassing I hope. 




One of my aunts gave me this for my ninth birthday. I had never heard of a journal before and it felt weird at first, but I loved it! And I named all the cats on the front cover—Angel, Roxy, Tosa, Pretty, and Little. 

That word on line seven should be spelled Guatemala. My spelling was obviously atrocious bath then. I wish I could say it's much improved, but I'm afraid it's only a little better. 

If you notice the second entry is dated a year after the first and third entries. That's because I originally did all of this journal in pencil. But then I realized the pencil was fading, so I took ink and wrote over all the words. And when I did that empty space was somehow cleared, so I filled that empty space with more journal entries. Because space can never be wasted ;p 

I still have that locket that I mentioned in the first entry, though the original chain broke a long time ago. 






If you journal, how old were you when you started? Do you remember when you first heard of the world journal or diary? 

Comments

  1. Oh man, old journals can be so painful to look at. xD I think I started journaling when I was six, and some of the things I wrote in that first little pink diary were just so dumb. Like when I wrote "My favorite color is pink, and this diary is pink, but that has nothing to do with my favorite color being pink." I mean... thanks for clarifying.

    And I love how you named all the cats on your journal, haha! I think I probably would have done the same thing.

    theonesthatreallymatter.blogspot.com

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    1. Haha, I've always been able to distance myself enough from my old self that I don't find old journals /that/ embarrassing. But they can be . . . funny ;D

      And I think your pink-story is so neat! Isn't childhood reasoning the best? I really think we lose part of ourselves when we "mature" ;p

      Thanks! I LOVED cats, but that definitely had nothing to do with THAT being my first journal ;) (see what I did there, copying your younger self? I really think it's so cute).

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  2. Ah, they're all so pretty! (Is that picture really your stash?? Whoa, that's a lot!) But so cool that you've been able to keep up journaling for so many years. I've always been on and off journaling all my life-now I stick to "updating" it once or twice a year with a few pages detailing what my family is up to and how I'm doing Spiritually and all that.

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    1. (Yes, that's really my journal stash!)

      I usually "update" my journal about twice a year with details, too. Most days are just day to day, but sometimes I forget to /actually/ share what's /really/ happening, thus the occasional updating ;)

      Hey, journaling some is better than not at all. But it's a lovely, lovely experience ;D

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  3. My spelling has never been the best either :). That is a lot of journals!
    I don't journal a lot but I do a little once in a while.
    Thanks for tagging me!

    astorydetective.blogspot.com

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  4. Awwww. Your little-girl handwriting is so cute!!! And what a neat locket. :)

    Thank you so much for the tag, Keturah! This looks fun!

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    1. Cute? I never thought writing could be that - thanks!

      Can't wait to see your post ;)

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  5. This was so fun to read!! Thanks for tagging me. <3

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  6. Aww this is so cute!! I love your journal entries and that really pretty locket <3 It must make you nostalgic to look at :)

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    1. Thanks so much! Yes, it does. I don't wear it much anymore but it's still one of my favorite necklaces ;)

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  7. Aw I love the entry about the locket!! It's so sweet. <3 Haha don't worry, your spelling was way better than mine was when I was younger! Hopefully we've both improved since then! Thanks so much for joining the tag!

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    1. It is pretty sweet if I do say so myself ;D Thanks. And yeah ... I think my spelling is a tad better, but people still point out my mistakes all the time. So, I don't have any plans on being a spelling teacher ;d

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