At least once a year I get into a frenzy of cleaning and organization of my personal files and papers. One box I went through contained all my planners or refills back to 1982. My cleaning stopped short as I sat down and went through them. I saw names I hadn’t seen (or thought of) in years; remembered trips and events–some of them life-changing–from my vantage point of the far future.
I also saw a lot of names of people and places I had absolutely no recollection of at all, and wondered why they were so important to me. I also saw changes in my hand-writing over the years–another mystery.
Reading, reminiscing and just flipping through my old datebooks brought back old emotions, raised some questions, and generally served as a chronicle which matched–but not exactly–my own memory.
What happens to you when you read your old planners?