On Journaling, Part 1: Why I Journal

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Journals ShelfI’ve mentioned in a few posts (yes, I know that I only actually have a few posts), and I thought I’d post a little bit on how I record things. Not that my process is good, but it works for me. Or, at least it works better than not having a system in place. I’m unproductive regardless, but I’m most certainly more productive when I have my little notebooks close at hand.
I want to post this because it’s something I think about a lot. And let’s face it, this is my blog. I promise more pictures of children are coming soon. But for now… Paper and pen.
I’ll discuss my past Journaling – how I define it, and why I’ve done it. I’ll discuss what I now do and why it helps, and I’ll talk a little bit on my attempts at digital journaling.
I’m writing this because I’m a journaling enthusiast. I know there are entire blogs and websites and yahoo groups dedicated to this, but I wanted to put my thoughts in because I’ve come to realize that the more information on a topic I want to learn about is available, the more I get to spend time thinking about it. This is good and bad, but I appreciate those who have put things out there for my benefit.

My plan is to split this into 3 sections: Why I Journal, Digital vs. Analog Journaling, and My Current System of Journaling. Yes. I have a system.

PAST JOURNALS
I started journaling back in 1993. I have written more days than not. But there have been months I didn’t write, and days where I have written several pages. It just depends on many factors. I write less now that there are 4 children 2 dogs and a cat in the picture, and there is always far more that I want to record.
I started journaling just because I enjoy writing. I like to write stories, and just wanted to write about myself for myself. I wanted to remember events. I wanted to think through problems and I find I tend to so it better on paper. I like to be able to go back and read through how enjoyable an event is and to realize how stupid I can be.
As far as the media I used in the beginning, it was just a plain Mead notebook and a pilot pen. Nothing special or fancy. It did the job perfectly well, and now that 20 years has passed, it is just as legible as it was back then. Sure, things can get ruined and wet. Ink can smear. But I have done what I can to protect them. I am currently writing in my 23rd book, and I have them all.
As time progressed, I moved from really stupid random thoughts to more about my day to day life. My journaling went from a sort of free writing about nothing in particular (think Seinfeld but without the humor or laugh tracks) to a more organized approach. For that I can thank a book by Bob Greene called Be True to Your School. In it Bob, now a journalist (or at least when he wrote the book) discovered his journal from the 1960s. He wrote every day of the year, just a snippet of his day. And it was entertaining to see it unfold. His discovery of the Beatles, girls, searching for a college, right there. So I started doing something similar. Most of it was pretty mundane at the time. But now I can look back and reminisce about my life as a fry cook and how shallow my thoughts were. My summer of 1993 was a summer of me failing repeatedly to break up with my girlfriend, hanging out in the parking lot after working at McD’s and anxieties and excitement about leaving home at age 17 for college. Basic stuff. But at the same time… part of what made me who I am.
I remember who I hung out with.
I can look with fondness.
I can look with pity.
I can look with a better accuracy than most. Because I recorded it.

I recorded many things over the years. It is so great to look back to when I first met my wife and see how I described her. Joys of friends, the pain of college, and everything else. I’ve recorded every great camping spot. Good food. People to avoid. Gifts I’ve gotten. Maps of discoveries. I don’t draw, but I have had children draw pictures in them. I’ve recorded sermon notes and meeting notes. Quotes from my children and my triumphs and failures.

My media progressed as I went along. I moved from wire bound notebooks to journals from Barnes and Noble made especially for journaling. And I’ve tried out several of those. I’ve gotten kind of particular about the notebooks I buy, and really have spent a lot of time writing about the topic. I don’t particularly have a preference toward lined or blank paper. I write smaller on blank paper, and more clearly on lined paper. I think my next favorite thing may be graph paper, but I haven’t quite tried that out yet.

I think that enough for the moment. Next I’m going to write about digital versus analog journaling. The good and bad of both.

Pray for Your Daughters

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Well, 2013 is wrapping up.  You can see how my New Year’s Resolution to blog every day went.  Two whopping posts.  But they were pretty nice, don’t you think?  I just got my 2013 blogging statistics, and despite my lack of new content, I still had 450 visitors from 26 countries.  It still boggles my mind that I can post here from my house and have someone read it on the other side of the planet within a few seconds.  Hopefully some of the things I posted have helped.  A lot of it is just fun things about our family.

Honestly, I don’t do new years resolutions.  I realized long ago I don’t have the capacity to become a new & improved person every year.  I normally try to avoid doing anything new on January 1st just because I don’t want people to think I’ve been sucked into doing some sort of resolution.

That being said, I want to do something new and special on January 1st, and I want to invite you to join with me.  This suggestion came to me from Mike Leake’s Borrowed Light blog.  I try not to send people to blogs I haven’t read (I don’t want to mislead anyone theologically if I can help it), but I got this from Tim Challies’ blog, and a post from today includes links to a Desiring God post that I just read.  Also, I am impressed by his “Dead Theologian 1 Year Challenge” post.  So at this point I trust it.

He has done a 31 day Pray for Your Wife and a 31 day Pray for Your Husband challenge in the past.  And for January 1st he will be leading a 31 Day Pray for Your Daughter Challenge.

I know that I need to be challenged to do this.  I pray too little too often, and with as many problems as we have with our One child, I tend to spend less time praying for my other children. I intend to do this, and I want you to help me be accountable.  Please comment with your thoughts and check in with me from time to time.  I plan to update later in January with how things are going.

There is a Facebook group you can join here, and if you aren’t on Facebook you can visit his blog for daily updates.  I encourage you to join in, even if you don’t have any daughters.  Pray for your daughter-in-law or a niece or a spouse.  If nothing else it will challenge you to specifically set time aside for prayer each and every day.  Nothing bad can come of that.

Trip to the Museum

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I write to myself quite a bit. I’m on page 3429 of my journal, and I have a journal blog that I just keep for myself, or anyone I give a password to. Which so far is nobody. Also, it’s for the NSA to know what an upstanding citizen I am. So I realized that this blog entry from my deep dark secret blog would probably be enjoyed by some family and some friends. Here you go.

Mostly I Want to write about our trip to St. Louis last Friday (note, I wrote this 6/26/13). I’m doing it on My new Galaxy Note 8 tablet. It’s recognizing my handwriting, and converting it to text. It’s pretty accurate, but is very annoying to try to correct typos. Also, there are typos in my handwriting now. But it’s still pretty cool.
So last Friday, we headed to St. Louis on a family trip. It made me desire my trip with Shannon at the end of July all the more. I like St. Louis, and miss living there…Sometimes. But I do really like living in Cape. We couldn’t live in a house like we do if we were still in St. Louis, that’s for sure.
We loaded up the car and left about 10 am. We got to the City Museum about noon. Shannon had never been there before, and was immediately overwhelmed. We started off by heading to the 1st floor…I don’t even know what you call it. World’s most elaborate jungle gym? The big whale? I don’t know, but it is elaborate. Lots of climbing and crawling. Easy to lose a child. We didn’t. The whole day. We didn’t lose a child. We did misplace Sam for a short time, but found him pretty quickly, but that was toward the end of the day. We started with the whale and the “Enchanted Caves.”
From there we had some lunch. We ate there at the museum. Very tasty food. The boys had grilled cheese made with pretzel bread. lt was so good, but of course they wouldn’t eat it. Crazy. Erin had a sandwich, and Shannon and I had a very tasty pizza.
After that, we roamed. Enjoyed the skateless skate park, the shoelace factory, the model train set (that has a tornado!!!!) (Super psychy!), and the Beatnik cafe.
We eventually made our way up to the roof, and spent quite a while up there. There’s a big slide that Sam & Ben went down several times, and then there’s the Ferris wheel. But unfortunately, it was very hot. So, while it was an enjoyable experience, while the views of downtown were great, we were sweating like nothing else. So we closed our time on the roof with ice water, Gatorade, and (for the kids) ice cream.
From there, the boys REALLY wanted to go play on the airplane, so I took them out and we climbed up into the airplane. To get to the airplane, you must climb up through towers and steel wire tunnels, and go up 3 or 4 Stories up.
And then, the boys played in the ball pit.
We closed with a trip to the gift shop where Erin got a shirt, Sam got Sea Monkeys, Nate got a school bus, Ben got a tape measure, Shannon got a purse, and I got Magic Rocks.
We ate supper at Chevy’s in Des Peres.
We made it home about 8:30 in the evening. Overall, it was a great day.

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Diets and Doggies

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We did the paleo thing, and to moderate success. It was great… while it lasted. I lost weight, I felt better, but once the holidays hit, I couldn’t stick with it. There’s just too much good food laying around. Food that only comes once a year. So come Christmas Eve, we had great food, and some left. The with Christmas Day, we had great food, and even more left. So I extended the paleoless period until after the new year, and after four false restarts, remain paleoless to this day.
The biggest reason is the problem with my brain feeding me lies and the rest of my brain me agreeing with it. Somewhere in the recesses of my mind something whispers… “It’s so hard…”  and the new the rest of my brain, in the voice of Forrest Gump says, “Oka-ay.” and I give up on the paleo plan. Then the one part if my brain (we’ll call it the Lie Center of the brain- everybody has one) says, “We’ll start this over tomorrow.”

The rest of my brain knows this is a lie, of course, but unfortunately doesn’t care enough to do anything about it. But I’m trying. I’m rallying the rest of my brain to overcome the Lie Center. (Yes, there is a sermon in there somewhere.)
I’ve decided to follow a simpler eating plan. Shannon will keep on a more paleolike plan. Benny will stick with the low color low wheat low dairy plan we have been doing.

Now. Dogs. We have a dog. We always said well never have two dogs again. So 1 dog, 2 rabbits, and a cat later, we’re going to get another dog.
Now let’s be clear. I do not adopt animals. I understand the idea behind this. I get to the whole Take Care of Your Animals thing and I Love My Schnauzer concept. But I don’t adopt animals. I’ll play along, and signed “adoption papers”  when I got the cat, but there is a serious problem when we equate animals with humanity. I adopt children. They become a part of my family. They become a part of my inheritance. My dogs, love them as I do, get nothing when I die.
For the majority of human history, we had dogs for reasons beyond just a friend to hug. We used them for working, for security, for pest control control. We still do. We used police dogs because should something bad happen, it is better that a dog should fall rather than a man.
Ultimately, adopting animals does more than raise the level of dogs, it lowers  humanity. I can’t go there.
But we got us a dog. We’ve got to wait 3 agonizing weeks while the “little” thing gets weaned from its mama.
We chose it for its size, for its gentleness and personality. So be looking for lots of pictures soon, probably of it sleeping in our bed, or in the middle of other family activities.
Out task now is to come up with a name. Oh, the options for names!  We’ve got a list of names on the chalkboard trying to decide. Nutmeg? Olive? Ginger? (Are those paleo foods?) Lucy, Maggie, or Olga? Stay tuned.
As Nafe would say, “We’re sikey.” (That’s “excited,” for those not in the know.)
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Yeah… About That Paleo Thing

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It has been thirteen harrowing days since we embarked on our Paleo diet, and I think I owe an update.
Since November 30, We the Parents have not had any sugar, grain, or dairy.  Well, almost.  Our ancient ancestors had some Mexican hunter and gatherer friends- who had hunted and gathered their way north.  They weren’t actually Mexicans, of course, since Mexico hadn’t been invented yet.  But they had already mastered cheese dip, and so my ancestors made a weekly trip (some would call it a pilgrimage) to get some pre-Mexican cheese dip.  We, of course, have to keep up that tradition. It’s in our DNA.
Anyway, the past thirteen days have been great.  It has gone very well.  For the adults, we feel better.  I’ve lost 10 pounds.  I can think clearly.  I can look at a plate of cookies and just walk on by.  Remember, freedom isn’t the ability to do whatever we feel like doing.  Many an alcoholic, and sugar-holic (and, yes, Dew-aholic…there’s no freedom there for me yet) have fallen into that trap.  Freedom is the ability to not do things that cause us harm.  So I am FREE when I am not compulsively required (by the constraints of my sugar-intoxicated brain) to do certain things.  Like eat a plate of Christmas cookies just because they exist.
I have had a wonderful 13 days.  I hope to continue this.
Now for the children. After the initial anger and not getting Our Daily Ration of two bowls of Lucky Charms, the kids are fine.  Seriously, they’ll eat whatever we put in front of them. (Except one).  So their transition wasn’t too bad.  They aren’t really on the same diet as us (except one), so they get grains and a little (make that a LITTLE) sugar.  They also get lots of stuff like fruit and fresh vegetables. They are doing just fine.
Now, for the other one. How is he doing?  Well, we (the parents) have  a way of not actually trying one thing at a time.  We usually go and try 2 or 3 or 11 changes all at once, so when something helps we aren’t quite sure what was behind it.  We took him to the chiropractor, and we did the diet, and we changed medicine around.  And we have, for the first time since that day back in September 2010… a pretty normal child.  A child who plays with siblings.  A child who cries when sad.  A child who does not threaten to kill us and take out all our blood.  Everyday.
We have tried Many Things (Occupational Therapy, Medicine, Eating Special Cheese, Trying to Go to Special Preschool, Going to See the Psychiatrist, Behavior Therapy, Music Therapy…I’m sure there’s more I have forgotten). And everything has helped…um, not much. There have been certain things that have been more helpful than others, but it has been a difficult 2 years. But. For the last week, he has woken up with an alarm clock, stopped spitting at random (well, less so), responds to threat appropriately, garnered calls from school about how good things are. Really, we finally have four children, rather than 3 children and that little boy living with us. Life is different.
It isn’t perfect. Its not like the planets haven’t aligned…more… they have sort of organized themselves. But we like this a lot. We just can’t help thinking, is this real? Did I just scold Sam and Nate for roaming the room while Ben sat in his chair the entire meal? Did I just ask him to put his coat away with a response of “Yes Sir” rather than being screamed at? (Note-that’s still an exception, but up until now that-no hyperbole here- never happened.) Yeah. I like this.

That being said, I’m looking forward to the Christmas season. I get sugar at (and only AT) Christmas parties. Its the allowance I’ve given myself (apart from dew and homemade cappuccino). I’ll update again soon.