journaling feels so magic. my memory is just bigger now. i have hooks into the past, paths back to imagery and momentselves id forgotten. and awareness of things id never have awareness of. with intention behind it. choices of what stays and what is left behind. what's shared and what's kept private. some of them, we pool and read together. some are just for a couple of us. and in part, an approximate log of the shifting selves.
we track our journal in git, and wrote a simple command wrapper around it for saving our changes. it does the commit/push/rebase all in one go (flaws here, no conflict auto resolution. oh well. easy enough for us to deal with with sublime merge). whoever wrote the tool for this made choosing an author name mandatory per-commit, rather than a uniform name for everything.
consequently, we have some view into how/who we were feeling at the time. doesnt need to be fully accurate. fully known. fully correct. but what feels right? that is what becomes the author name. and it's interesting to see how it shifts.
and its also interesting in how it reveals whom of us arent journaling, rarely do it. vs who seem to do it the most. not everyone is the journaling type, it turns out.