Midnight Tangent

There was a time when my memory was sharp, right? Occasions remembered to the last detail, colours vivid, conversations in tact. It's not like that anymore. There's so much I forget .. in fact, maybe the thought that I once had a keen memory is just a farce?

With thoughts of digging out a kids' story I had once started, I read a bunch of old journal entries living in the same notebook. It was an ambitious project I tackled in the summer of 2001 - to write a journal entry every day - an ultimate failure. But still impressive nonetheless, because there's about twenty entries. Twenty entries peeking into my soul at the time. Funny how much has changed in those 7 years! Some of the things I wrote about were so simple; I seemed happy, childlike, unaffected by real life. What were my biggest issues at the time... lack of self confidence? Missing my boyfriend? Disagreements with my parents? What are my biggest issues now, even?! Maybe I'm at least more aware of the world around me, more unafraid to tackle issues, more informed with my views on things. At the same time though, some of the entries are surprisingly self-aware, surprisingly lucid. I was 20, dipping a toe into adulthood but still very much a child.

Oh, and I found the original scribbles for that kids' story... let's just hope this urge to write remains in my system.