I used to keep a journal and would write it in EVERY single day. I kept it from grade 10 (1997) till 2004. The journal that is sitting by my bedside was started in December 2004 and the last entry in it was January 15, 2007. It is the only journal that has taken me 3 years to finish.
Perhaps I don't need to write as much as a used to.
My life changed a lot over those 7 years.
I survived high school, worked at summer camps, went to university, had crushes on boys, moved out of my parents house, went to Bible school, moved to Toronto, managed to live in a house with 15 people, experienced the 'urban' lifestyle, witnessed Canadian poverty and found someone I love.
My life has settled down in the past few years. I like that. And I am sure, if I really thought about it, I could find something to write about. It is not like my life is boring.
I can't wait till I am old (well, yes I can) and find the journals I wrote during my adolescence. To read over them and laugh at my own thoughts will be enjoyable and embarrassing. |
Just checking in on you. nothing to say. love dad