Scribbles and Scratch

I'm not good at keeping journals. I'm not into the day to day, this is what I did, this is what I said, this is how the cookie crumbled today, blah blah blah. I'm sure it's great for some people. Just not me! I've tried it before, and found that it's too difficult to maintain. I guess that means I'm lacking motivation.
What I'd rather do is catalog the thoughts of one moment and keep that. So I do. Sometimes I pretend to do this writing thing and express whatever feelings I have that way. I started keeping track and saving my poetry when I was a senior in high school. I keep them because it tells the story of my life, of whatever I was feeling in that small space of time. It works out better for me that way.
The only reason I mention it at all is because last night I finished book number six. Six books of ups and downs, six books of the journey I've been on since I was seventeen. Here I am now, nearly twenty-five (eesh--cringe with me), still walking. As long as there's road ahead of me, I'll keep dreaming and thinking and writing all about it in scribbles and scratch. I guess.