Monday, July 04, 2011

she was a fragment of her former self


I have kept diaries and journals ever since I read Louise Fitzhugh's Harriet the Spy but each of those has ended the same.  I would re-read them, be mortified by my relentless and boring complaints or grievances and either shred them or burn them.  I started this journal back in January of this year and only add something when inspired to do so.    I love having just a few words and something visual along with the entry.

4 comments:

Barbara said...

I am that way about my old journals too! Yesterday I was looking at two of my old Pehhaligon books of days that I had in high school. I was mortified by what I written in them, but I still loved the pictures and bits of poetry in them so I've been trying to figure out a way to reuse them.
Mostly I just keep the bits of my journals that describe my childhood, for some reason those are always the entries that seem to hold up over time.

About Last Weekend said...

Love this. Actually I threw out a travel diary I wrote in my early 20's as was so mortified by it when I opened the first page. But should have used it like this, just in fragments....

Ninotchka said...

Love this. So simple & poignant.

I am SO glad I hung on to my diaries. They're mortifying, don't let me kid ya. I've even written (not so artistically) and painted over one in hopes of hiding the horrible use-it-against-me-in-court content. But a funny thing happened recently: I went back and revisited the past almost-20 years of writing with the intention of shredding and/or recycling into art and I wasn't mortified. Like, at all. In fact, I was charmed by a lot of it. So, for now, they stay locked away in my closet. And a bonus: I've started writing more frequently again.

Elizabeth Bauman said...

What a good idea! (And I'm like you about not wanting to keep the old ones. Now I try to keep out anything too personal, that seems to help.)