Every day is a gift.
I'm trying my best to remember that. To live that.
I've always loved the idea of a short diary -- not a journal filled with long entries, mind you -- but a diary, a book where you keep a straightforward record of your days, every day.
I became enamored with the idea in 2006 after reading about Florence Wolfson's five year diary. The romantic story (Abandoned steamer trunks! Silk kimonos! Mystery!) has always tugged at me -- Florence lived a life that is both remarkable and ordinary, yet her diary is a magnificent record of the times she lived in.
Two years later, I was reminded of how simple it is to keep a diary by Gretchen Rubin in her Happiness Project blog. And still, I didn't start one.
But that all changed this week.
I found this Memory Book on Amazon while looking for other things. As soon as I saw what it was, I ordered one. I'm pretty sure I bought the last one.
And I started writing.
It's not intimidating to write in at all. So I do it. And I hope to fill it in faithfully, every day, no matter what. On the boring days and on the exciting ones. And I will finish it on November 23, 2014.
For now, it sits on my nightstand waiting for me to write down the minutiae of my days.