I wonder how many hours of my life I’ve spent writing about my life. Hmmmmm. It’s all in there. My journals that is. The highs. The lows. The trials. The triumphs.
I have always enjoyed the act of writing. Before I learned how to write capital and lowercase letters, I remember writing a combination of lines and circles on lined paper. Writing from left to right too.
Funny thing is, “curly cutie” is at that stage right now. Her “paperwork” is all over the house. That’s what she calls it, lol! She has learned to write actual letters though. I guess if she’s gonna get all that “paperwork” done on time she’ll have to use something she’s a bit more efficient at…….lines and circles. Lol!
I’m not at all surprised that I have enjoyed journaling as much as I have. It has proven to be a wonderful outlet.
I am not one to boast of a great memory, so my journals help me a great deal in that respect. It makes no sense to forget the day I went to the dentist to get a tooth pulled. They had me on that “laughing gas” while listening to classical music via headphones. This day further proved to me the power of music. Well, as the story is told, the entire dental office stood behind my chair as I put on one some-kinda show. My legs and arms were in the air and I was directing a choir. Guess what song I was listening to at the time. “When The Saints Go Marching In”. In case you need a refresher.
I cannot express to you the fullness of joy my heart experienced at that moment. Lol!!! Everybody in the office had a great time as well.
And for all those hearts in unbelief?
I’ll just stop here.
Oh, wait, I forgot to introduce the newest family member. I don’t name these things or anything, but isn’t she a beaut?
The hubs surprised me with it after he saw me writing on a yellow legal pad. Hey, I use what I have. My love language is not even “giving of gifts”, but this one sure made a deposit in my “love bank”.