Journal me old-school...

I love how it feels to write and I am thankful that penmanship was still an actual taught subject in school while I was  growing up. I do a lot of typing in keeping up with my blogs and emails but I never want to lose what it means to physically write what I internally feel. It's important to me, even in this electronic world in which we now live, to keep on putting real pen to real paper so although I keep up with the times, I also continue to kick it old-schoooool... And since I just began a brand new journal, I thought I would share my journaling style with hopes that others of you who might read this will also be willing to share of yourself because I want to know more about you are and about the things you love and believe in life!

Journals hold feelings and every journal deserves to be cherished...
even ones in my least favourite colours!

I first happened across this poem when I was in eighth grade and it instantly became
so important to my being that I keep it with me still, on the first last page of every journal
I keep. I'm not sure why the last book page of every journal I write becomes my first but it
does... maybe I just want never to have to meet the end so I begin there instead..,

When I write in my journals, I don't like to waste space as much as I don't adhere to the regular 'rules of the lines'.
I do like to have each entry in its own special ink colour but my hands decide the patterns they feel the need
to write in and I allow my mind to write whatever needs to come out whether insightful or silly. I worry
not one little bit about grammar or mistakes or tidiness. I worry more about staying real.

Do you journal? Do you share what you journal or do you keep it for yourself? What do you do once you've filled your journals? Do you keep them? Do you toss them? Would you share a page or two with us? It isn't always easy to share our feelings but I'm finding, as I grow older, that it's a pretty incredible thing to do.