Journalling

This has been an interesting week as I have been immersed in writing up credits for the first two years of Stephen's high school.

I am so glad I wrote down what I did.

I wish I could have captured more. Not for credit sake, but just for the memories.

It was been so neat to think back on the livng we have done, and the thinking the boys have done. Many converstations I had forgotton that really have shaped who they are. Sometimes they will come up with some thought or knowledge or skill and I will wonder (as I am sure all moms have)--- Where did they learn this?

It is fun to see at least part of whence it came. (Oh... Victorian English, can you tell I have been reading Sherlock Holmes?)

Then, to develop a 'credit' in the stilted fashion the world, or part of it likes to see, is really facinating.

I am thinking about beginning a Beautiful Journal. Some lovely sketchbook or something where I can write down life, that will become credits, too-- but also have life. And beauty. I have taken to coloring my Franklin Covey planner with my watercolor pencils. I love it. So relaxing, so creative, so life-full. The computer is so-- well-- digital. lol

But, it is fast. I know I would never have gotton down so much if not for the speed typing I do. Also it was so nice to cut and paste to arrange things.

Something to think about. But, I had a friend who once said she would never journal, it seemed a waste of time. I am not consistant at it, but it is not by many means a waste of time. For me, it cements life, gives it depth and lets me see my past, that so often has a tendency to flit away in the current busy moment.