I've kept journals on and off my entire my life. The gaps between the pages have widened as my life's become fuller. Lately all I've written are gratitude lists and yearly goals.
Over the years, I wrote with reckless abandon (and reckless punctuation). Never did I consider anyone would read my private thoughts when I was younger.
But having had the gut-wrenching task of burying both parents and cleaning out their possessions, the idea that someone could read my intimate thoughts has stuck with me. Is what I've written going to rock (or wreck) someone's world after I'm gone?
This is from Theodore Roosevelt's journal after the death of his wife:
So much power and sorrow in that one sentence.
So it begs the question: Do you journal knowing full well someone (more than likely, the people you live with) will be reading your words one day?