Up until the end of secondary school, I kept a diary that I strictly wrote in every day. It felt important to document every single detail of my life, no matter how trivial, even writing in my own little ‘code’ for the more risky business in case my mother stumbled across it hidden in the depths of my underwear drawer. Original.
I fell out of love with that tradition long ago, even throwing away my years of diaries on a particularly ruthless clear out (such regrets now, I can only imagine the toe-curling descriptions of my first crush!)
That was until I stumbled across this lovely little book in Urban Outfitter’s extensively (mostly wacky) reading collection, One Line A Day: Five-Year Memory Book. Each date page is divided into five, meaning you can reflect on that very day for the next five years. At 23, I expect the next five years to have its fair share of ups and downs and I like how I’m restricted to just one line to summarise each day.
Finding the good in every day can be difficult if your day has been something of a car crash. Admittedly, I’ve had some days I’d rather just forgot and have written a stroppy ‘terrible day, in bed with five packets of biscuits by 8pm,’ sort of dismissive entry.
But looking deeper into the past 24 hours makes you think about the good in every day. Even if you had a bad day at work, did your best friend send you a text that put a brief smile on your face? Did your boyfriend pop round unannounced because he could tell you felt crappy? Did you have a really banging lunch? I keep mine next to my bed as a reminder to jot a little something down before bed!
How have you documented memories as you’ve got older?