I grew up writing in my journal almost everyday. Some people would say that is a sign of diligence and that my future posterity will greatly appreciate my time and effort. That I will have left something of great importance because it shows who their mother, grandmother, great great whoever really was and how people really lived -or whatever it is that draws people to read about other people's personal lives.
I worry about what my posterity will find. At first it's kind of fun to read my old journals. I was embarassingly obsessed with boys I never had the guts to talk to, Jonathan Taylor Thomas (still haven't figured that one out), and my friends. Then as I got older I started writing more spiritual things and that always makes me feel good to remember when I really started figuring things out. But then writing started getting sparse and you can see the harsh effects of the child bearing years. It seems that I no longer have the time to sit and write about all the funny things the boys do everyday and about how happy I am being a mom, but I seem to find ample time to jot down the chaos and anger I feel when I find a whole roll of toilet paper in the toilet or Jackson has decided that not only is his body a canvas for artwork but so is Tanners.
So I have concluded that I want to take Elder Eyring's advice in keeping a journal, but I have decided to go the extra mile and keep two journals. One for Happy thoughts and the other one for my real thoughts. Then at the end of it all someone will have to burn the latter to spare my poor posterity of knowing where they really came from.
I worry about what my posterity will find. At first it's kind of fun to read my old journals. I was embarassingly obsessed with boys I never had the guts to talk to, Jonathan Taylor Thomas (still haven't figured that one out), and my friends. Then as I got older I started writing more spiritual things and that always makes me feel good to remember when I really started figuring things out. But then writing started getting sparse and you can see the harsh effects of the child bearing years. It seems that I no longer have the time to sit and write about all the funny things the boys do everyday and about how happy I am being a mom, but I seem to find ample time to jot down the chaos and anger I feel when I find a whole roll of toilet paper in the toilet or Jackson has decided that not only is his body a canvas for artwork but so is Tanners.
So I have concluded that I want to take Elder Eyring's advice in keeping a journal, but I have decided to go the extra mile and keep two journals. One for Happy thoughts and the other one for my real thoughts. Then at the end of it all someone will have to burn the latter to spare my poor posterity of knowing where they really came from.
