Documenting everyday life has been extremely popular in the past year. I am also a strong advocate of capturing life and telling the stories – the exciting ones as well as the mundane. But what about the past?
We enjoy taking pictures of the alarm clock in the morning, the toast with the tall glass of cool orange juice we have for breakfast. We document our desktops and our running shoes and even the number on our front doors. But what about the past?
No. We do not forget the past, do we?
We ARE telling the stories of our parents and their parents. We share how we met our significant others. We tell the story of the day we graduated. We don’t forget the story about the time we were down sick. We document our vacations especially the long ones to exotic destinations far, far away.
But we DO forget something. We forget to write about our PAST EVERYDAY LIFE. We forget to write about the ROUTINES we used to have.
We don’t write about the special smell there was in the air during the last month of school. We seem to have forgotten to mention the big bowl of sour cream with strawberries and bananas we used to LOVE. The omelet we used to eat, provided it was completely covered in cottage cheese… Have we written about those lazy summer days when we all had lunch together, listening to oldies on the radio and eating sweet watermelon for desert – those where the days when the inside of the watermelon was as red as a rose and a million black as coal seeds decorated it.
What about all those memories? Where are they documented?
For this week’s journaling prompt I send you back to days past. I urge you to sit down and reminisce on the past everyday life.
Today’s everyday life are spoken for and widely covered. Yesterday’s significant events are documented as well. So it’s time to bring back memories of the past everyday life and write them down.
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Do you find yourself reminiscing on the past everyday life? Do you have a fond memory of a routine from your past? Share and leave a comment on this post – I’d love to hear your stories 🙂
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Every bit of journaling that comes from the heart is a good journaling. Saying that, many times we have such a precious memory to keep or a thought to treasure that we feel stumped. We don’t seem to find the right words to write. We just feel like our journaling muscle is a bit rusty and ragged.
There are times in life when we feel the need to take flight. We wish we could grow wings and fly away to our a safe haven.
