More on the Journal Project
Feb. 17th, 2019 10:16 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
qosAfter spending several hours going through and labeling each notebook with its dates, I found that I have 42 volumes of journals, including that first construction-paper bound assignment. (See previous entry.)
The most dense seem to come from my undegraduate years: six months to fill a notebook. Later in life, especially during very fraught times, the dates will span two years without filling all the pages. The notebooks vary wildly in size and style, and there are also at least 200 loose pages -- dated, but not bound. There's even a long length of paper toweling, from one of the bathrooms at a performance hall, which I used to write my feelings about my sister's performance in the title role of "Agnes of God," which I found so powerful and disturbing I couldn't go back for the second half after intermission.
I deliberately didn't try to read much, but as I scanned for dates some entries jumped out at me. Most were things I had forgotten, but which came rushing back to me as soon as I read the words. And it's been absolutely wild to see how radically my handwriting has changed over the years -- not just from childhood to adolescence to adulthood, but within those eras. When I was much younger I would re-read my previous journals on a regular basis. I can't remember the last time I did that -- but I'm going to start doing so soon.
The most dense seem to come from my undegraduate years: six months to fill a notebook. Later in life, especially during very fraught times, the dates will span two years without filling all the pages. The notebooks vary wildly in size and style, and there are also at least 200 loose pages -- dated, but not bound. There's even a long length of paper toweling, from one of the bathrooms at a performance hall, which I used to write my feelings about my sister's performance in the title role of "Agnes of God," which I found so powerful and disturbing I couldn't go back for the second half after intermission.
I deliberately didn't try to read much, but as I scanned for dates some entries jumped out at me. Most were things I had forgotten, but which came rushing back to me as soon as I read the words. And it's been absolutely wild to see how radically my handwriting has changed over the years -- not just from childhood to adolescence to adulthood, but within those eras. When I was much younger I would re-read my previous journals on a regular basis. I can't remember the last time I did that -- but I'm going to start doing so soon.
