Remembering what they say is the best reason to keep a journal
I was glancing through recent entries in my journal and found this gem from March 9, 2013:
Grace: “It’s been soo long since I was swimming in a pool!”
Char: “I know, it’s great.”
Grace: “It’s so much better than trying to do it in the bathtub!”
I had no memory of this. If I hadn’t written it down, it would have been lost forever. I can’t tell you how many times this has happened to me.
It’s happening to you, too, whether you know it or not. So start writing things down.
For simplicity, I’m using Day One, a Mac-based digital journal that makes it simple to record little items like this and longer form entries. I highly recommend it.
I also found this tip from Michael Hyatt the other day and I’ve been trying it since I read it. I think he’s definitely on to something. His advice? Use a template to prompt your entries. Here’s the (short) article where he lays it out and provides the template he uses. Try it, it works.
Lily: “Dad, did you know they removed a word from the dictionary this year?”
Me: “No, I didn’t. What was it?”
Lily, trying very hard not to smile: “Gullible.”
She laughed for about five minutes.
So, the night before last, Jack has the idea that he knows how to make it snow. He puts his pajamas on inside out, flushes an ice cube down the toilet, and sleeps with a spoon under his pillow.
He wakes up to pouring rain, and it rains all day. Late last night, while still raining and very windy, Char and I heard a huge ‘thump’ from outside. One of our large elm trees was uprooted and came crashing to the ground, narrowly missing a couple other trees and completely covering the roadway.
On the way to school today, Jack says, “I’m sorry, Dad.”
“For making it rain,” he answered.
So… I was torn. I could tell him that his little ritual didn’t really make it rain and possibly crush him. Or I could just accept his apology.
The choice was ultimately easy. I said, “Next time, try flushing two ice cubes.”
Abby and Uncle Dave are talking on the phone.
Dave asks, “Abby, what are you doing?”
Abby replies, “I’m sitting at the kitchen table for no particular reason.”