Adventures & journals

i always wondered what makes people stop keeping journals.

i've been keeping them consistently since i was 8 years old, and almost every day since i was 15 (after i spent a month writing nothing, and realized it would drive me insane). but i never saw grownups keeping journals, setting aside a regular time to write the way i eventually had to do, even grownups who i knew had kept them when they were younger. grownups never talk about it the way little girls talk about their diaries. (the difference between a diary and a journal could be its own post.) and i always wondered: what made them want to stop writing? or, what made them stop wanting to write?

the older i get, the more i realize: you don't want to stop writing, or really even stop wanting to write. but eventually, you become more busy living your life than writing it down. other things become more important than having that written record. time doesn't grow short so much as it grows full. you write when you have a few moments to do so, but it becomes less important to make sure that those few moments aren't spent on something else.

part of my concern has been that i can't remember anything unless it's written down. maybe i'll learn to remember in other ways.

anyway, if i were more concerned with my journal, these are some of the adventures from this weekend i would want to write in more depth about:
-playing an out-of-tune piano and the attention this garnered
-building a bear with an accidental resemblance to a real person
-$30 worth of candy, to go with ridiculous movies
-impromptu alternatives to supercuts
-dressing for maximal confusion (and feeling shockingly normal as a result)
-sitting so close to fireworks it was like they were going off around my head
-walking back from downtown
-hitchhiking on someone else's trip
-getting lost in public transit & refusing to be late to church