I think one reason I’ve taken to journaling is because I live in a constant state of nostalgia for things I have not yet lost. I fight the desire to document every word and movement for fear that I might forget it. Or worse yet, that what I felt in any given moment won’t be captured adequately if I wait to translate the experience from my mind to my computer screen.
I realize this desire or tendency is no better than people who can’t watch what’s going on in front of their faces. You know, the ones who choose to view it through the screen of an iPhone as it records every moment so it can be posted to Facebook, Twitter, or Insta. Why? The things we post aren’t actual depictions of our real lives. They’re a highlight reel of our “best of” moments. I’ve always wondered why anyone would choose to view something that is live and happening right in front of them on a small screen instead of with their own eyes. Yet it happens all.the.time.
Writing is a satisfying way to document an event, or work through a feeling, or quietly ponder thoughts. I know if I’m trying to draft a post in my mind while simultaneously being in the moment of whatever it is that’s taking place I’ll miss the magic of the moment. I’m intensely aware that not everything is meant to be regarded as a wondrous moment. I’m also aware that there is no fault in choosing to view a good number of them as if they are.
Currently playing in the soundtrack of my mind: We’re the Chipmunks by the Chipmunks and the Chipettes. Why? Because my girls just turned the show on at top volume. It doesn’t bother me. It actually makes me think about hearing that song when I was a young child. I loved that show. Also, I remember collecting all of the Chipmunk drinking glasses from Hardee’s. They were $0.69 with any beverage purchase. I know that because I distinctly remember the catchy commercial. I wonder what ever happened to those glasses?