If you’re Latter Day Saint, I’m sure you are all too familiar with the encouragement to write and keep a journal. All throughout youth years, i heard the same encouragement.
Over the years, I’ve had countless journals. Most people start and never finish a journal. And then they buy a new one and have every intention of writing in it consistently. But then they stop. And buy a new one. And start again. And the cycle goes on.
I had my first one at age 10. It was a cute little pink one with a heart shaped locker. My brother unlocked it and read all my 10-year old secrets. I was mortified. However, brave girl that I am, it never stopped me from keeping a journal. After I burnt that one (the humiliation of being teased by your brother over your childhood crushes is no little thing when your 10 years old), I started another one.
I got given a diary as a gift from a good friend of mine at age 16. I turned it into my journal. I never had any intentions of it being something to cherish. I wrote in it because I loved to write. I hated talking about my feelings (I could put that down to the puberty years) so I wrote them down. I wrote in it. And I wrote in it. And I wrote in it. Last year right after Christmas, I wrote my last page.
I’m very thorough when it comes to detail. Even when I am talking to a friend and telling a story, I cannot summarize it to save my life. I have to tell you every single detail. Colours. Mannerisms. Who was present. Where we were located. How we were standing. Body language. Every single bit of dialogue. Feelings. What kind of day it was (I think you get the picture). And so, a five-minute event could take me twenty minutes to tell (I may be exaggerating a lil bit). So after I wrote that last page, I had a little flick through it. My life from between age 16 till I was 24, all written down on these pages. And let me tell you of the wonderful thing that happened as I went through it.
I found an entry of the first time I entered the temple for youth baptisms. I was sixteen. The feelings I felt were recorded down in a very detailed way. I found an entry of the first time I received my patriarchal blessing and a particular blessing that I remember from that day written down in that journal entry that I have always overlooked as I read through it. I found an entry of the day that my dad left us. The day that my mum died. Times where I shared the gospel with strangers or friends. And although some of these events only took place a few years ago, I cannot remember in minute detail the things I have written down.
So. You’re probably wondering – what does this have to do with blogging? Well. I plan to make this a form of journal keeping. But most importantly – it’s important to keep a record of your dealings. In whatever form it may be. So for now, I choose blogging.