tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5544913458028415917.post1786717579840327225..comments2024-02-24T03:14:25.170-05:00Comments on A Half Baked Life: You Are HereJustine Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14190295175501659469noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5544913458028415917.post-5846878774600024982013-03-03T15:03:54.916-05:002013-03-03T15:03:54.916-05:00U've kept journals on & off since I was ab...U've kept journals on & off since I was about 7, although they have mostly been superceded by my blog and other online forums these past 10 years or so. <br /><br />There is a box full of my old journals in the closet of my old room at my parents' house that I must retrieve someday. I haven't looked at them in years, but I know there is stuff in there that will make me laugh, cringe and weep. loribethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09272814565916935113noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5544913458028415917.post-15634389368267787632013-02-28T09:57:03.736-05:002013-02-28T09:57:03.736-05:00Beautiful! I love this story, it gave me chills, ...Beautiful! I love this story, it gave me chills, also. I found some of my more recent journals but haven't found my earliest (junior high)---I need to hunt through my old closet in my parents' house.anahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18320182732889825712noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5544913458028415917.post-9339323249545662592013-02-27T19:26:24.852-05:002013-02-27T19:26:24.852-05:00Weirdly enough, I never kept a journal when I was ...Weirdly enough, I never kept a journal when I was younger. My blog is my first journal of note and, even within the posts there, I can see growth. Thank you for this beautiful post.Kristinhttp://dragondreamerslair.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5544913458028415917.post-62032223098777628142013-02-27T19:09:27.760-05:002013-02-27T19:09:27.760-05:00I, too, wrote sporadic journals as a tween and tee...I, too, wrote sporadic journals as a tween and teen that now live in our basement, but your post made me think of the journal that I couldn't keep. I got a journal with my first pregnancy and found that all the rushing, whirling thoughts, the intensity, the ambivalence, the terror that I was feeling just felt too dangerous to commit to paper. What, I thought, if I write candidly about this time and my son reads it later and can't see how desperately I wanted him beneath the emotional upheaval of the change? I never did write in it (though I do write now about my children) and it's part of why I'm always in awe of the honesty of your writing. Thanks for posting. Julie Traxlerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00147154876427514681noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5544913458028415917.post-91748063269277182642013-02-27T17:32:25.395-05:002013-02-27T17:32:25.395-05:00I love this J. I guess it shouldn't surprise m...I love this J. I guess it shouldn't surprise me that so many bloggers, including me, also kept journals back in the day. I have a box filled with them. They used to reside in a drawer in my bedside table. I wrote often and inconsistently over the years and it has been a long time since I have looked at most of them. <br /><br />But one of them in particular I opened a few months ago. It was a spiral notebook that I wrote in when I was in my early teens. What I found most fascinating is that I recounted the details of a story that I find myself thinking about now and then. I thought my version of past events that I held in my memory is how it happened. But when I read my account from way back when it was different than I remembered. <br /><br />I have been working on a post about "selective memory" that goes a long with this, which I will share one of these days. Because these windows and insights into who we used to be and how we saw our world then vs. now is just awesome. <br /><br />One thing I do recall from going back and reading my journal entries in the past is that I often would repeat the same themes and thoughts and found it interesting that I seemed to keep having to learn certain lessons over and over again. Such is life. <br /><br />I also recall, and maybe this was a precursor to my openness to blogging/sharing some of my personal thoughts publicly, writing my journal as if someone *might* read it someday, as if I almost wanted another person, maybe a future daughter or granddaughter to find it?! Go figure...<br /><br />Thanks again for another truly wonderful post. When I have time (not sure when that will be these days), I would like to find my journal box and dig in. If and when I do that, I promise to blog about it or at least let you know how it goes.<br /><br />Finally, thank you for saying her name in your post and honoring how much that means to bereaved mothers and loved ones. I was at my annual OB/GYN appt. yesterday (which is another post I am working on writing about) and was so moved that two of the nurses made a point to acknowledge that they remember me and her and to say Molly's name. Of course I cried and they felt bad and I assured them they were bittersweet tears of appreciation for them helping me to honor her memory, not so much sadness.<br /><br />Okay, thank you for letting me ramble on here. Your posts seem to have a way with me, so I guess you are one of my muses. xoxoKathyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04175833982955486083noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5544913458028415917.post-20619035183380545012013-02-27T13:41:42.001-05:002013-02-27T13:41:42.001-05:00well, you've reduced me to tears. It seems to ...well, you've reduced me to tears. It seems to be the theme for the day. <br /><br />I am coming up on 8 years of blogging and no further really than I was that May day in 2005, except to know myself better now. That is what you and all the people who read me now and then, have done for me. Filled my heart and my life with a VILLAGE that sustains me. <br /><br />I am so glad your voice is here. that you are a part of my village and I am a part of yours. <br />Kirhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17894442143508446312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5544913458028415917.post-9468457258528506292013-02-26T23:45:33.522-05:002013-02-26T23:45:33.522-05:00This gave me the chills. Inspiring. Beautiful. Mar...This gave me the chills. Inspiring. Beautiful. Marrow chilling. One of the best explanations of why we blog.Jjiraffehttp://jjiraffe.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5544913458028415917.post-56773833767908402762013-02-26T17:30:55.367-05:002013-02-26T17:30:55.367-05:00Stunning. Just stunning. And yes, our readers he...Stunning. Just stunning. And yes, our readers help makes the words live. They are my witness. I came to the blogosphere a writer but blogging has shifted my writing to something different - because it's interactive in this way. Well said. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5544913458028415917.post-32481238123023111172013-02-26T15:41:17.485-05:002013-02-26T15:41:17.485-05:00B Dalton. Boys, lessons, the stop and start of jou...B Dalton. Boys, lessons, the stop and start of journaling. This post really takes me back.<br /><br />Very powerful quote by Ms Atwood. I tell therefore you are. It's pretty remarkable what we do here, when you think of it in these terms.<br /><br />You've inspired me. Watch out.Lori Lavender Luzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15394441222262940632noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5544913458028415917.post-15614148310026872492013-02-26T14:19:09.054-05:002013-02-26T14:19:09.054-05:00What a beautiful post.
I don't have any jour...What a beautiful post. <br /><br />I don't have any journals from the past, except maybe a very small, hardly-filled in something that might be at my parents' house or might be lost in the mists, and no great loss.<br /><br />I have some bad poetry on scraps of paper, though.Maudhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16597977344296682203noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5544913458028415917.post-11647565993569409142013-02-26T12:53:31.078-05:002013-02-26T12:53:31.078-05:00This is a beautiful post. Thanks for sharing.
I ...This is a beautiful post. Thanks for sharing. <br /><br />I probably have over a dozen partially filled journals in my old closet at my parents' house. Every once in a while I take them down and reread them and the general theme seems to be: angst with a healthy side of depression. The funny thing is that even then I realized I would be happier as "an adult" (I guess that I considered that to be my 30s) and I was absolutely right. I'm much more at peace now that I ever was in my teens or twenties. I hope that trend keeps up. <br /><br />Also, did you find what you were looking for?Esperanzahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12375150088333673843noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5544913458028415917.post-74907959062500495912013-02-26T09:28:40.657-05:002013-02-26T09:28:40.657-05:00Absolutely beyond gorgeous. Yes, I look back at m...Absolutely beyond gorgeous. Yes, I look back at my paper journals (as well as my electronic ones) all the time. I love going back to a moment, even a bad one, mostly because I know that when I stop looking at the page, I'm back in the present moment.Lollipop Goldsteinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01020874415819057995noreply@blogger.com