When I was a child I kept a diary. As I recall, it was a pretty poor diary, more a list of what I ate and watched on TV then any profound insight into what I felt about my life. I wish I had written more about how I felt, so that I could go back and get inside the head of my younger self.
Memory is fickle, I don't trust it. As I get older it seems to be the act of remembering that I remember, rather than actual events themselves. A sort of second-hand memory.
I've been meaning to start keeping a diary again for at least the last ten years, but never quite managed to get around to it. I always think that what I am thinking about right now is dull, and not worth recording. Well, maybe that's the case, but I'm going to give it a go anyway. I turned 40 this year, I'm starting to feel old, the kids are growing up fast, and my life appears to be changing whether I want it too or not. If I can keep it up and write about what I'm feeling, it will give my future self the opportunity to look into the past that I wish I had today.
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