While we were looking through old letters and pictures though, I found a few of my journals and I noticed that every one of them (dating all the way back to 1992), weren’t completely filled up. Meaning they had empty pages.
I wonder why that is. Did I have stories that I didn’t want to tell, things that I’d just as soon forget. I’m sure I did but even 20 years ago, I wrote every bit of my life into pages. I’ve even been known to re-cap if I missed events and didn’t write in my journals for months.
But there they were; three hard bound journals from my past, each one of them only half full.
Maybe it’s a symbol of stories yet to be written or some hidden reflection on things that I didn’t need to write down because they are things you never forget like the birth of your child or the death of someone you love.
Or maybe, just maybe they weren’t my stories to tell in the first place.
Do you have blank pages in your journals? Have you ever filled them or just left them blank and moved on?