Yesterday was my birthday and I had spent a lot of it looking back through time imagining where I was 10 years ago. The woman I was at 25 seems so far removed from who I am now and although I can remember certain things I had done, it’s difficult to recall what I was feeling or imagining at the time. Some people believe they can chronicle their life through social media or even a blog such as this one, but are we really as honest with an audience as we are to ourselves? It’s this idea that has made the handwritten journal so treasured and one like the Ten Year Journal, where you can look back through time each year as it passes, exceptional.
As a person that consistently deals with memory loss, having a journal is precious. Whether it is to catalog things about my health or recall certain events of the day, it makes life a bit easier. I imagine my children one day stumbling across it long after I am gone and being able to see who I was, how I lived and piece together the puzzle of their Mother that could never have been created from Facebook. There are secrets we keep to ourselves, stories that wouldn’t make sense to the world outside of us, that find their way on white lined pages easier than the Cloud. And what would happen if one day the Cloud was replaced and all your memories, what ones you had shared, simply…. disappeared. I trust the internet less than I trust my own mind, both are fallible.
Let’s go back to the Ten Year Journal, though. It’s quite unique! Each page is one day of 10 years. Take the day I took this photo, June 19th. The page would read JUNE 19th and then have from 2015 onward to 2015. There would be a small synopsis area and a little pointer finger that would represent continuation.
If there is more to say about the day, you turn towards the back where there are Continuation Pages and fill in as much as you like. Otherwise, if the day was short or mediocre, you would write as much in the smaller area. The nice thing is that as you reach the following year, each time you write you are looking back at the previous year and this triggers memories that you may have forgotten. As the years grow, it becomes just as exciting to look back as it does moving forward.
There is plenty of room for life inside of the journal. It is beautifully bound in genuine leather with gold embossing, Smythe-sewn binding and an attached duel-ribbon bookmark. Over time it becomes your memoir or your families; a cherished object that could never be replaced by pixels. I know I may have started later in my years, but I also know it is never to late to tell a story; never to late to capture time.
If you’d like to own your own Ten Year Journal, head over to their store and choose between the Black, Burgundy or Forest Green cover. I hope you find yourself there and on all of its wonderful pages.