Memorializing old Journals

I have a half dozen old journals piling up in my room. The first one was started around 1st grade, its great trying to interpret the spelling and bad handwriting. The most recent one is from around the time we found out about our daughter. The problem with all of these is that I have a problem with consistency. I started the journals and wrote 5-10 entries and that is it, for EACH one. Oh and in each of them I vow to write every day, of course the entry after the vow takes place 1-5 years later. Good Job!

I love buying them though; there is just something so irresistible about a blank book that has the potential to hold all of your thoughts, hopes, and dreams. A month or so ago I saw a clip on the news about a bar in NY(?) that has journal slams. People gather and read aloud what their adolescent self wrote. Personally I think it’s brilliant, I am sure we could all save thousands in therapy reading our private thoughts and laughing with a room full of people.

Anyway, I was thinking about typing up all of these half-assed journals, adding a cute cover and printing them all into 1 book. Of course I would keep the originals.

I am just adding to the list of projects that I never seem to have time or energy for.
1.) Making a book out of the emails between us and our daughter’s birth mom from the 1st year.
2.) Getting pictures sized and printed for a little mini-calendar
3.) Turn old journals into book
4.) Get all of our daughters pictures printed and put into photo albums

Somewhere between working, eating, sleeping, raising my daughter, my marriage, relaxing, and family I need to win the lottery and hire someone to work for me.