Journaling: The Lost Art Form
Maybe journaling isn’t a lost art form, maybe I’m being a bit melodramatic.
But, really, does anyone journal anymore?
I do, on occasion. Not as much as I would like to, but it’s rare that I meet someone else that does. Maybe people are journaling, but they’re not talking about it because it’s personal?
It’s not like you go out to dinner with friends and say, “Hey, I wrote the most ahh-mazing journal entry last night, lemme read it to you, your mind will be BLOWN, Dude.”
Actually, most people don’t talk to their friends that way (I hope).
I digress.
Back to topic.
I have kept a journal most of my life; used most during college. Now, I usually use it to write reviews of books I’m reading or things that inspire me in one way or another. However, I love the idea of using a journal as a daily keepsake. You can tell so much about how you felt during a certain time and what you were going through based on your writing style.
This whole idea of going back to daily journaling was sparked by my friend, Jaclyn, last night. She mentioned a local journal reading in KC, where people get together and will read past entries from their diaries/journals… mostly funny, humorous ones, and was asking friends if we kept diaries or journals when we were younger…
I think one of the basics of journaling is having a journal that you feel like you can connect with. As least that’s the way it is for me. I always have to pick out my own journals. It’s a personal piece that I’m going to spend a lot of time and energy with, so it needs to be something that’s also going to inspire me.
Right now, the journal I’m using is covered in fabric by John Robshaw.
I love these three journals by Wanderlust found at Anthropologie. I’m especially in love with the Ikat journal. I do NOT have enough Ikat in my life.
