I used to keep a very meticulous hand-written journal… every day with so many details. (I had written journals since 2003.) Unfortunately, I stopped writing journals in mid-2009, when my life began changing more than ever. I’m reading back on it now and it’s just so sad reliving memories of so many people who have died, gone to rehab, or been traumatized. I literally had three pages where I wrote about my recent experiences with FOUR different people who have since died between 2010-2011. I mean, seriously?
It’s also interesting to remember things people did or said that I totally didn’t remember. I was on my A-game (socially) in May 2009, which totally explains the following year (but not 2011.) It’s AMAZING to see things like “I met this person for a split second and it was cool” type entries and then since I’ve stopped writing, our friendship/relationship has immensely grown.
I sometimes wish I had kept up with the journals… they were so beneficial. I really needed them at the time. But I chose to focus my writing on academia and actually getting A’s.
As I keep reading, there’s more stories of fun nights with people who are now dead.
