I must admit that I have been thoroughly enjoying this month's contributions since I am a die-hard journaler from way back. Writing things down is such an integral part of my life that I'm not sure I could make sense of it otherwise.
I always take notes during sermons, workshops, or other teaching sessions. I don't always go back and read what I've written, but somehow taking notes helps me to listen and hopefully internalize what is being presented.
I keep a little notebook in my purse so that I can jot down random thoughts, snips of conversations, impressions, make lists, or even just doodle. Don't leave home without it!
I've found a daily log book or diary a wonderful way to keep track of what I do during a holiday. It's very useful when settling disputes that arise after the fact, and helps to make sense of all the pictures my husband takes. (He's the photographer. I'm too busy taking it in to bother with taking photographs.)
Pouring my heart out onto a page helps me process the difficult times, and brings my hopes and dreams into focus. This is my primary journalling activity and I've filled countless books of all shapes and sizes. I decided to gather them all up into a banker's box, but I had to start box number two earlier this year since I couldn't squeeze even one more in. I enjoy flipping through these journals. I can see how I've grown and changed, as well as see the patterns that have emerged over time.
I realized how much I rely on my journalling habits recently when I underwent open heart surgery. Obviously, I didn't write anything for a couple of days and even after that I found I didn't have the strength to write more than a few sentences for several days afterwards. However, the desire to record my thoughts was strong and I tried using the 'record' option on my phone. It wasn't quite the same, but I can see where this would be a useful tool for chronic journalers who can't physically write for whatever reason.
I've wondered if anyone will ever read what I've written. I've caught myself censoring my thoughts a time or two with that in mind, but most of the time I just pour out my soul, come what may. For me it is less about leaving a legacy and more about processing life.
Tracy Krauss journals (among other things) from her home in northern BC. Visit her website: http://tracykrauss.com -fiction on the edge without crossing the line-