Last year was the first time I diligently kept a diary. Some days, there just wasn’t much to say. And other days, like when Kathy died, are hard to look back on. But I couldn’t have picked a more appropriate year to keep tabs on, considering how much change we all endured last year.
So here are some of my favorite insights. After flipping through recently, finally able to swallow my memories, I found myself grateful for this little diary.
“July 28, Saturday: Simply put, one of the best days of my life – sunshine, family and friends, good food, cooling river water and wine. Johnny, Connie, Ashley and I joined Dad on his boat for the day – poor guy was feeling quite low. He smiled nearly the whole day. Ashley looked fly in her lemon leaf high-waisted bikini bottoms and Connie’s hair was as strawberry blond as strawberry blond gets. God I love them, and cherish them. Days like today remind me of that, refreshing me for weeks to come.”
Sometimes I wrote about good days. Sometimes I wrote down new things I learned or a saying that resonated. Somedays, I just wrote words, the words I love, the words I believe in, everything and anything that came to mind.
“April 16, Monday: I am beginning to have a vested interest in seriously wayward tumblr blogs. “Families are about love overcoming emotional torture” – Matt Groening. “Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle.” – Plato. “Don’t wait. The time will never be just right.” – Napoleon Hill.”
Everything I wrote, I believe strongly. Like the saying in the picture above of my diary. “I’m so sorry if I’m alienating some of you, your whole fucking culture alienates me.”