On Not Keeping a Notebook (and “Pathological Decluttering”) There are two types of people in this world: those who keep a notebook (or diary or journal) and those who don’t. Those who feel the need to record their days and inner thoughts (or progress toward a goal or the world around them) and those who would just rather skip it. Those who keep Moleskine in business and those who think Leuchtturm1917 is a historical event.
I love this so much!! When I was getting ready to move one time in my late 20s, I came across a box that I had been moving from house to house for over ten years. It was filled with all of my journals. I sat down and began flipping through them and felt sort of sick. I felt like all of the former versions of me suddenly showed up UNINVITED! Then I imagined someone, my parents mostly, finding this box if something ever happened to me and I was horrified. So, I wrapped the box in a black trash bag and took it to a dumpster behind an old warehouse and let it go. I felt like I was dumping a body - not that I would know what that would be like:) but I felt like I was doing something wrong. I remember actually looking around to make sure nobody was watching. To this day, I write and trash. Feels better.
I love this so much!! When I was getting ready to move one time in my late 20s, I came across a box that I had been moving from house to house for over ten years. It was filled with all of my journals. I sat down and began flipping through them and felt sort of sick. I felt like all of the former versions of me suddenly showed up UNINVITED! Then I imagined someone, my parents mostly, finding this box if something ever happened to me and I was horrified. So, I wrapped the box in a black trash bag and took it to a dumpster behind an old warehouse and let it go. I felt like I was dumping a body - not that I would know what that would be like:) but I felt like I was doing something wrong. I remember actually looking around to make sure nobody was watching. To this day, I write and trash. Feels better.