But three years ago, I wanted to chronicle my life. Not with a big ol' bunch of essays; just with a little note to sum up each day. So I bought a small, week-at-a-glance calendar. Right before bed, I wrote a line or two about my day.
I wrote about something notable that happened, or something that made me happy. Occasionally I vented over something that drove me crazy or made me angry.
It was a small thing. Satisfying. Do-able. But I didn't think much about it. I wasn't sure if I'd even keep a mini journal for 2012.
And then I read the February issue of "Good Housekeeping" magazine:
(BTW, Jennifer: Good job on the weight loss! You look great.)
On page 99 there's an article about writing a daily, one- or two-sentence journal. The author finds it very satisfying, much less daunting than writing a long piece. And therefore much easier to keep doing:
And I realized I'd miss my itty-bitty journaling if I let it go. So I bought this adorable, coral-colored leatherbound calendar at my local, independent stationery store:
It comes with a little ribbon to mark your place and a tiny pencil:
The maker is "Letts of London," and they must be doing something right, because they've been around since 1812:
Dear Letts: I love how the pencil tucks into this little pocket, here:
I also bought a packet with two tiny Moleskine notebooks in two shades of lilac. I don't even know what I'm going to do with them, but they are undated, so they can hang around until I find a purpose for them.
And the purpose for my mini-journals? Not sure. I may mine them, years from now, for a memoir. Or I may just bequeath them to my children, so they can share them with their children and even grandchildren someday.
It might be nice, reading what made Great-Nana Juli so happy on January 11, 2012.