i love stationery - paper, cards, pens, journals. when i first started this blog, it was for the novelty of being able to journal and add images. i didn’t know how far i would take this. i have always kept diaries of some sort. whether just jotting appointments and thoughts, or wish lists, or reflective journals (including the teenage angst diary). i found that once i had children, time to hand write in a journal was sparse, and although i was reluctant to move away from the handwritten i came to enjoy the immediacy of typing out an entry and posting a photograph or two.
i was talking about journaling with my mum last week and commented that when writing in a tangible journal, i would tend to focus more on what i thought wasn’t right with life, but now that i write on a blog, knowing that this has the potential to be more public, i tend to focus on the joys in life and the positive happenings in my life. although i still aim to be true to my feelings,
i still hesitate when i touch on things of personal conviction, or when venting on bad days at work or my frustrations with my children. by no means do i attempt to portray a life of continual sunshine and skipping through flowered meadows. but i think it is ok to focus on the good. I write about the books, movies or the craft that i enjoy. i write about the dreams that i have -which i know will never be a reality- stay at home mum in a semi-rural place that has a country fair and a delectable bakery. i also write about the mum that i aspire to be, and i despair when i fall so short.
one day i will print these blog entries and file them in a binder and it will be a written record of my life just like the journals stuffed away in drawers.
i was talking about journaling with my mum last week and commented that when writing in a tangible journal, i would tend to focus more on what i thought wasn’t right with life, but now that i write on a blog, knowing that this has the potential to be more public, i tend to focus on the joys in life and the positive happenings in my life. although i still aim to be true to my feelings,
i still hesitate when i touch on things of personal conviction, or when venting on bad days at work or my frustrations with my children. by no means do i attempt to portray a life of continual sunshine and skipping through flowered meadows. but i think it is ok to focus on the good. I write about the books, movies or the craft that i enjoy. i write about the dreams that i have -which i know will never be a reality- stay at home mum in a semi-rural place that has a country fair and a delectable bakery. i also write about the mum that i aspire to be, and i despair when i fall so short.
one day i will print these blog entries and file them in a binder and it will be a written record of my life just like the journals stuffed away in drawers.
