I found an old journal and I was flipping through it to figure out when it was written. Why is it that the best pictures I create with words are born out of pain? The happiness Was just as real an emotion yet the account is little better than an eight year old's account of a day at the park.
When you're sad or upset you "Brood", when you're happy, you're too busy being happy to bother with brooding and distilling your words to make them "pretty".
There are a lot of memories I wish I'd journaled, but they were just too good to not be enjoying long enough to write down ^_^
you are right. But I want to change that. I want to look back and know exactly what I was thinking in all moments, not just the ones I wanted to lock myself away in.
Having a daily Blog or something similar which you can drop a note in from anywhere with net access would probably help.. other than that, I guess just try to concentrate in spite of the glee in the happy times ^_^