One spiral notebook |
Thinking about my ancestors has made me think about writing my own story. I should be journaling my experiences but also need to go back and write my past.
In 1979 we moved to Ft. Riley, Kansas. I was taking a class where the teacher challenged us to write everyday in a journal. I didn't feel that my life was special enough to go out a buy a nice journal. I was also worried that my handwriting was not going to be neat enough, so I just bought an orange spiral notebook. I filled up several orange spiral notebooks over the next year or so.
What did I learn from that experience?
My life as I was in the day-to-day of it didn't seem too spectacular, but when looking back on the experiences from the writings in my journal, it was pretty amazing. I found that by reading those pages floods of memories came to my mind, and now, because it is in print and I can read it, I remember the year we spend in Kansas as one of the best years.
I wish I had bought a nice journal when I started, because my life was worth it, and it didn't matter that my handwriting was not perfect.
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