Steve Corona on keeping a journal:
“And for the past 1091 days, I’ve been journaling every single day — that’s about 3 years or 12% of my entire life. My only regret? I wish I started sooner.”
When I was younger, I had tried off and on to keep a sketchbook or journal, but it never quite stuck. Like blogging, or writing, or drawing, or anything you aren't paid to do, it takes setting a routine. There's always something more important to do.
Then in 1998, I started a journal again with a renewed commitment. I filled a book from that day up until I got married. Then another book through when my daughters were born. Another for the first 10 years of their life, and my son's. The travel, the big life moments, the election, the work. It's not everything — sometimes the entries are every day and sometimes months go by with nothing — but it's the stuff that matters, and the snapshots in time of little everyday things too.
I would be devastated to lose these books. Open the pages and it rolls back the years like a time machine, to a previous life full of small details that are priceless today. I'm writing the books half for my terrible fading memory, and half for my children, who will only care what these years have been like when it's too late to ask me.
So I've recently started transcribing the handwritten entries into digital form. One page at a time, into Day One, then exported as plain text. It's a long and tedious process, but multiple copies are the only sure way to make something last.