I was looking back through old blog posts this evening, not something I do often really, unless I'm looking for something specific that I've written or made or seen, which I wasn't. Just feeling nostalgic I suppose.
From the age of 14 to around 19 I kept a diary. On and off, nothing serious, a few lines to a page every night, what I was thinking that night, before I went to sleep. And it's funny to read back through it now, interesting, to see with hindsight, to reflect. To try and look at the things I think now through the eyes of myself in the future, try and see life with wisdom, the bigger picture, something like that. And the other day I had the thought that I wished I still kept a diary. How could I forget my blog?!
So this must have been on my mind. And I looked back to three years ago this month. Found this, about my hopes for the future, or perhaps I was just complaining... But something hit me in the face when I realised. I've got pretty much exactly what I thought I wanted, right down to the paper stored flat, the wooden floor. The funny thing strange thing sad thing is I don't have the energy to use it.
How about that.