Even so, this is a big idea for me to get my head around.
From almost as far back as I can remember, I have had a journal of some sort. Or, more honestly, I've generally had 2 or 3 at any given point. Some were nothing more than a spiral notebook, kept in my car, and to be used in every emergency from a quickly scrawled grocery list to a 'We are broken down--coming back with money for meter. Please don't tow!' note left underneath the windshield wiper on the car in precisely such a situation. (Pleased to report--we weren't towed.)
Then there's always at least one 'pretty' journal. . . the powder-blue suede one with silver on the binding has held a place on my bookcase for years. As I know that (due to just how completely PRETTY it is) this is a journal that I will have for quite a long time, I keep important things in here. Journal pages from important times in my life, or perfectly unimportant times when I simply felt the need to write, passwords to different accounts online, and running lists of what would be a good idea to get so-and-so for Christmas.
It's a very important journal.
. . .And since I can never remember my password, my Neopets would *literally* die without it.
And then there's the notepad with polka dots and 'Joy' written on the spine that's always kept near the kitchen, generally with a pen sitting on top of it. This is because the kitchen is usually the first place we go after waking up in the morning, and when Michael and I are on different shifts the kitchen counter is the choice spot to leave a 'Good Morning, I love you' note.
. . .Or sometimes even a 'Good Morning, I love you, I took $10 from your wallet to put gas in the car and I found another spider last night we need to spray' note.
(It's been known to happen.)
All I'm saying is that these are my credentials for being a lover of the written word, and a lover of being the WRITER of those written words. I like having journals around. I like their appearance, and I like their physical presence.
So imagine my surprise when I realized that the most thorough, and most reliable journal of my activities for the last several years was never even written, but typed. . .
(I had mixed feelings, I will admit. Much like the whole Kindle debate. In which, I'm happy to report that Logic prevailed, but the romance and beauty of an actual bookcase still remains. It was a happy compromise.)
But these emails contained the daily minutia that I didn't have the time to record in any of my notebooks, as I can type much faster than I can write.
So I started going through old emails.
And was quickly re-introduced to the fact that I *might* be a slightly warped individual. =)
But more than that, these emails were perfect journals, and helped me REMEMBER so much more! So many small events that made up our daily lives that make me so happy just to think about. . .
(Probably NOT surprisingly, the bulk of these emails have been to either my mother or my husband.)
One of the more recent, a short email (which is an anomoly for me, as you'll soon learn) about feeling Nolan kick for the first time:
Subject: IT'S ALIIIIIVE!!!!!!
And then there's the email I got while at work one day, that told me we were getting our house:
Subject: - "Clear to Close"
So. . .feel perfectly justified in judging me now, if you wish. But keep in mind, when we lost our internet privileges at work several months back (sidenote: something I *almost* very passionately waged a veritable Crusade about. . .and then discovered that I simply lacked the energy. . .), the only thing we were left with was cnn.com and email.
And I quickly grew weary of being knowledgeable about current events. Much too beastly. I'll continue to get my news from Comedy Central, thank-you-very-much.
My point is that even if I'm not feeling very talkative in my daily life, odds are my fingers won't know when to shut up.
And of course, in a forum such as this, I am forced to completely overlook the major category of my old emails: notes sent to my husband---wishing him a good day, bitching to him about how I had inevitably been wronged by someone in one way or another, and reminding him that we are out of toilet paper.
And peanut butter.
As strange as it is to believe, my husband and I actually *met* via email communications sent through Myspace. . . .And it just so happened that we knew a lot of the same people. . . And he was really cute. . . AND he had great taste in music. . . and. . .
Well, SOME things won't be recited here =)
Primarily because I can't get INTO my Myspace account.
Because I lost the notebook that had my log-in information in it. . .