A First Attempt

I've tried, at several points in my life, to keep some sort of record of how my life was going.  Besides this current blog, my latest (and most successful) attempt was the blog I kept this past spring about my adventures abroad.  But I've been trying this out for quite a while now with varying degrees of success.

In fact, the other day we found one of my first attempts at journaling.  Apparently, when I was 7 I decided I would write every day in this little Lady and the Tramp journal someone had given me.  I did really well... for all of 4 days.  After those first 10 pages of seven year old hand writing, you get nothing but blanks.

Reading through this diary was the highlight of my day.  Saying I was dumb as a rock when I was 7 years old would be insulting to rocks.  I really just could not figure out the whole words/spelling/writing concept.  Even the alphabet was a challenge for me: I made my J's backwards, a small enough problem for most people; after all, how often does the letter J pop up in an elementary vocabulary.  Then you look at my name and see that not just one, but both of my names start with J.  It really should have been the first letter I learned how to write, instead it took me most of elementary school to figure it out.  Anyway, back to the point, between the things I thought were worth writing about and my atrocious handwriting and spelling, this little journal was a goldmine of laughs.

With the exception of my blog from the spring, most of my journalling attempts have resembled the above: I don't think a single attempt made it through the first month.  Here's to hoping I uncovered the secret to success by doing this all online.