Today was the last day of summer school for my five and six year old. They have been attending a half-day summer school for the last three weeks. I’m not sure they really learned anything of substance, but at least there were three more weeks of their summer that was in a structured environment in which they were expected to listen, learn, and play nicely with their classmates.
My wife has driven them to school every day up to this point, but today, their last day, I did it.Continue reading “Childhood memories”
Yesterday I woke up to bright sunshine pouring through my bedroom window and onto the wall. This morning I woke up to the sounds of rain being blown up against that same bedroom window as if someone were throwing small pebbles trying to get my attention, but no one else’s.Continue reading “Another Morning”
I’m not sure why I wake up in a better mood some days and others I don’t. I assume it has something to do with the amount of warm morning light I see, and probably the amount of restful sleep I get, too.
But some days I wake up and I feel like I’m ready to take on the world and its issues.Continue reading “Morning Musings”
I literally haven’t tried writing a poem since college. But for some reason I felt that I wanted to today. I have no idea how to really do it anymore, but I thought I would try anyway. It seems somewhat juvenile in its style, but that’s kind of where I’m at in my poem-writing abilities apparently. So be it.
I can’t fall asleep, so I thought I’d write a quick post to get my brain to unwind a bit. I actually have a few posts stewing in the back of my mind, but I haven’t had the time to sit down and write them yet. I’ll find time here soon, hopefully.
[This is much more of a personal journal entry than a blog post. I am mostly writing this for me, but you are welcome to have a peek into my life in perhaps a more personal way than I typically share. Warning: It’s kind of long, winding, and I’m not sure if it even makes any sense.]
Since fifth grade I have journaled in some form or another. I still have all my old notebooks. Dozens of them.
Even though we have lived in our new apartment for 7.5 months now, my wife and I have finally unpacked all of the boxes from our move. A couple boxes included these journals. One of the unique aspects of three of my closest relationships have included keeping journals with them, my wife being one. In high school and college my wife and I would trade a notebook back and forth, journaling to and with one another. It allowed us to be thoughtful and honest with each other in ways that we just wouldn’t be when we were together face to face. It really grew and helped our relationship.
I haven’t read through the journals for years. Some of them I haven’t even looked at since I wrote in them. But the other day, when we were unpacking, I did. I was shocked by how much I have changed/grown. I mean, it’s not surprising that I have matured in many ways. And of course I assume that I have grown since my junior year in college, but it was shocking to read what were indeed the words, sentences, and paragraphs that I had written only six years ago or so and have them feel so foreign to me. It’s like I was reading someone else’s journals in many ways.
It was a simple and good reminder of my journey thus far. It was also a good kick in the pants to keep up with my journaling. Some of the entries I wrote even talked about how important it is for me to document what’s going on in life so that we can look back and see where I’ve come from. Even though I don’t write in physical notebooks anymore I do use the app DayOne for Mac and the iPhone. But even with this app, which is incredibly easy and simple to use, I fail to write as much as I should to process and document the journey that I am on. This is especially true with all of the transitions that have been happening in my life.
So thank you past self on encouraging me to keep journaling, even though life is busy.