Writing

1st time I completed my New Years Resolutions.
2009 was a good year for me. And it began with a journal and a resolution.
I’ve kept journals for many years. I believe my first was when I was 13. I had just moved and wanted to keep a chronicle of my adventures, like Harriet the Spy. I had seen that movie and adored her solitary lifestyle, apart and above the notice of “normal humans” so much so that she had a novel AND a movie made about her.
I knew that Harriet wasn’t a real person. My mother had me watching documentaries when I was younger. I knew that real life was not as exciting as my books.
But I thought that since the move, my life had graduated from normal to “exciting”. And so I decided to write down EVERYTHING. Otherwise I wouldn’t know what was special. Plus who knows what some one reading it in a few years would think.
My first diary was a pink booklet with a cheap lock any pin could open. And my second was a composition book just like Harriet’s.
The school I attended provided notebooks for each of our lessons. They had the school emblem and a space for our name and class and teacher. I loved these books. I collected stole(borrow long term), extra notebooks each semester even if I didn’t need them, for I could have them after I left the school. This love of notebooks, blended with the realization that my first diary lock was not suitable, led to my almost kleptomaniac behavior.
My first collection probably stems from the notebook hording I did in my earlier education. (but that's a different story for a different post).
I kept a small composition notebook (about 3"x3"). I'd write anything that happened or anything that I thought or felt. As my teachers had told me, the best way to write something is just to sit and write. I's write little quizzes that I'd make up. "What is your favorite color? What would be your dream job? What size shoe do you wear?" I'd quiz the guys and girls and compare the answers. Sometimes I'd poll people for someone else who was too shy to ask. All this information would go in my Little Black Book.
After writing in it for a semester or so, one of the guys in my homeroom, got a hold of it. Needless to say "true" thoughts aren't the balm people think truth may be. I don't like writing things that aren't true. If can't believe in it myself, (misguided emotional though it may be) than I can't write it.

And so for the words of my mock-up web design i went to Fillertext.com. A wonderful little website with made up words ripe for the taking.
My small secret i'd like to share is this, write a little, note, or letter to yourself. Give it to someone organized or that you trust, and have them mail it to you in one year from the day you wrote it.
Write in it, your hopes, dreams and expectations for yourself. Write your sorrows and joys. Fill it with confetti of memories and a small spray of your favorite scent. So that when you open it, you can remember.