I haven’t picked up a pen and properly written about my day or my thoughts or my dreams or what I have seen in so long. I used to keep a diary. and to be honest I still do. I am proud to say that I have come up to at least eight so far. however, the past few years I haven’t been able to write in them. I always pick up a new blank notebook that is ready to be filled by memories, however I always forget. or I always get distracted by a certain point in my life.
last year, as in twenty-sixteen, I wrote in my diary for the last few months. as well as in the summer. I was able to express myself through my words and sketches and doodles of random people and things everywhere and all around. I am so proud of that. but, here I am. the entirety of this past year has been filled with many memories and little moments that I wish I properly captured. I wish I could have written them in detail. word by word. letter by letter. just to show my future self the wonderful and not so wonderful moments of my life.
I will say that a huge reason for the lack of writing and expressing myself in my diary or journal would be due to the amount of time I may have in a day left over. my day usually consists of school, homework, work around the house, do some art, homework, sleep, homework, repeat. on top of that I must be able to spend time with my family, with my friends and with myself. the time I have to myself usually is filled with doodles and videos of homey vlogs and conan gray.
however, I have been able to keep some of my memories. through old receipts of ice capps from timmies or the amount of art supplies we managed to buy in one. tickets and scraps of doodles on napkins are also added to this overgrowing collection of memories.
through little presents and tiny messages written throughout our notes, which classmates would find and question our sanity. though hundreds of pictures and short videos of the random times we spend talking about deep meaningful and pretentious-ish, to the hilarious and dramatic slow motion videos we made of our time.
one way that I have been keeping a proper account of whatever we do, is writing every event into a calendar that is within my bullet journal. and along with everyday tasks, I write small notes of important and big events or even the little moments that I wish to keep away for the future.
I have planned that this year, that no matter what, I am going to take all the stuff that I have with me that is recorded of my many memories and start compiling them back into my journals and diaries. along with it, I will start a new journal. one of my memories and thoughts for this coming year.
this is my new goal. to always and I mean everyday, take out sometime for myself to journal about my day and express myself even when nothing comes out. it’s going to take a while to record and put everything into a small book, but this is a goal. and I am going to accomplish this. by the end of the summer, I hope that all my new and old memories are recorded and kept for safe keeping in the drawer under my bed.