My whole life I have been considered by all definitions to be a ‘pack rat’ – but not in the stereotypical manner it has come to be associated with. I am not a hoarder of material objects, but rather a collector of memories which I store in a series of journals. I have been keeping journals since I learned to write and have continued into my adulthood. As I’ve gotten older the significance in my journals has become more apparent and I cherish each as a piece of who I am. I make a point to document anything I would hate to forget – and when I reflect on them after years have passed I’m grateful I took the time to do so. I am nearing the completion of a journal that has taken me a full year to complete and this prompted me to peek at some of my older journals for inspiration.
