My new essay on Meg is coming along nicely, and hopefully I"ll have it to present to you in a day or two. I also have some fun knitting and crafting to share soon. (That was the original intent of the blog, right?)
In the meantime I have a question.
I have in my possession 21 journals. I started keeping them back at the tender (and somewhat nutty) age of 13, and while I've not been entirely faithful to them over the years I am very much aware that a good chunk of my heart and soul can be found in their pages. They are among my prize possessions...for all that I don't reread them or even remember what secrets they hold. (I've reread the first two...and as with my essay on Meg they are quite illuminating.)
So, here is my question.
If you were in possession of a similar pile of journals, what would you do with them? Keep for all eternity, leaving to your descendants to read and/or do with as they please? Destroy so as not to share? Some combo of both?