Journal Writing!

 

I like to write. It's a way for me to vent. It's a way for me to express and sort out my feelings. It's a way for me to remember spiritual experiences.  It's a way to organize my thoughts.  It's a way to remember my travels and other events and memories.   

Recently I was at Mom and Dad's house cleaning out my room when I came upon some of my old journals.  I decided I would take a gander and read some of the entries from my really old ones.  I had some good laughs.  It's funny seeing the thought processes I had when I was ten. 

Right now I actually have three journals.   I have my gratitude journal which I write in every day.  I have my spiritual journal, which I write in almost every day.  And I have my regular journal, which I write in at least every other week.   

This entry really made me laugh.  Here's a quote from my journal on May 31, 1994 when we lived in Russia: "Matt is going to go with the Matthews when he goes back. About two weeks before we go.  I don't know why he is going with the Matthews.  I think Matt is kind of weird.  I guess Matt wants to go back earlier than Mom, Dad, Tim and me.  So that when we get there he can show off to me that he went back earlier. By the way we are in Russia and we are going to Utah this summer."

Here's the end of another entry from May 3, 1994: "There was a bus station near the metro. Which went to our house.  So we got on the bus and we made it home and Kristina made it to the bathroom."

Here's an entry from March 26, 1994: "A couple of days ago Peter was pulling up his sock and then he ripped it while he was pulling it up.  Now Peter thinks it is his Lucky Sock." 

Here's one from November 25, 1994: "My dad had to go on a business trip and he asked me and Heather if we wanted to go.  We said Yes of course.  We flew from Moscow to Frankfurt from Frankfurt to Budapest.  Here we are at the Novotel in Hungary.  While we are on our trip we are going to Paris, France, Prague and Frankfurt, Germany. I hope this trip is fun."

December 1992 in Minnesota: "I was in a play on December 12, 1992.  It was a Christmas play.  It was fun to be in the play.  My bus driver was there I was inberest.  My sister, My mom and brothers were there too."

Well I think that's all I'll write for now.  I hope you enjoyed a few journal entries of a ten year old.  I kind of enjoyed this trip down memory lane.  I might have to do some more journal entry posts :)