"On January 1, 1660, a young government worker in London started a diary. He wrote about going to church, where the preacher was saying something or another about circumcision, and about lunch afterward: he mentioned that his wife burned her hand while heating up turkey leftovers.
For the next nine years this guy wrote every single day.
What I think is that this guy...wrote down all the details of his life for none years because the very act of writing them down made them important, or at least singular.
There's a dangerous, confessional thrill to opening up your emotional life and brain to the world at large and the Internet makes it all so much faster and more breathless and exciting."
I want moments in my life to be important and singular.
This blog is a fun place for me....a dark place for me....a record of things....a scrapbook of memories....a way to show off photography. But I hope when I look back on my entries, however boring, mundane, or even perhaps cheesy, I'm proud that I at least tried to write them down. Not nearly as often as I should....but it's a start.
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