Today I took a little time and looked through my journal of the past almost 2 years. This journal starts when I moved to Utah, January 09. It was interesting and I am thankful for journals and for best friends who bug you to write in them. (Thanks Miranda! You're my best friend ever!) I have not been the best at keeping one but I try to write somewhat regularly even if that means once every 3 or 4 or 6 months and update the important events. I have not done too bad while being in Utah which was fun to look back on. There were quite a few events that I had forgotten about and I started laughing as I remembered those situations. I know that in general people say that journals are for your descendants so they can learn about your life etc. I however think that my journal is of the most use to me. If my kids kids eventually find something of use in them then that’s great (I can’t really imagine they would) but I have learned from my own writing. It’s not like I had some huge experience by reading/skimming over my journal but I was reminded of good times and some not so good times. I guess looking back helps me realize that I have grown, it highlights some really good times as it brings back memories with specific details mentioned, and also helps me realize that hard times come and go. The key there is that they go. They do not last forever and I am thankful for them in the end. I’ve been blessed with many different experiences in my life as well as many wonderful people.
