Tis of Utmost Importance to Me.
I've been keeping journals for quite a few years now. My mother used to make us keep them as part of school (I was home schooled, yes). Of course, I never put anything very personal in those journals, as my mother would read them. Then, when I was thirteen and the depression started creeping in, I began to keep my own journals. Some were spiral-bound notebooks, some were Word Documents on my computer, some were typical store-bought journals. I had them everywhere.
I continue to keep them to this day, although I generally only have one at a time now. It is always with me, living in my purse. These journals are not strict or professional in content; they are full of quotes (from books, movies, people, etc), song lyrics, my own poetry, and random drawings, as well as my own thoughts. Sometimes those thoughts are deep and significant, while sometimes they are simply a summary of my day.
It amazes me, how much of myself is poured into those pages. I am able to view my past, to see the trials I've endured, to comprehend how much I truly have changed over the years. It is incredible.