I’m usually late to the game on good tv shows, but that just means I get to watch them without commercials and can watch as many episodes in a row as I can tolerate (which is… ahem… more than I’d like to admit). Lately, I’ve been working my way through the 30 Rock archives.
Liz: No, I’m just going to go to the 24-hour donut place and go home.
Pete: Donuts then bed. What are you depressed about or celebrating?
Liz Lemon, you speak to me on my level.
I love the idea of journals. A single place for those thoughts, experiences, and ideas both meaningful and mundane; a place to take those thoughts and tease them apart, examine each piece, and put them back together in a different way; a place to come back and visit a preserved version of yourself in a particular moment. And there’s something about finding a beautiful notebook with crisp, blank pages, ready to be filled with your brilliant thoughts and ideas—it feels like uncovering new possibilities.
But somewhere after the first handful of entries, those blank pages turn from inspiring to overwhelming, my “brilliant” ideas seem dull on the page, and the task of putting my thoughts on the page becomes just too much, and it ends up sitting in a drawer or on a shelf, essentially unused.
I’m not exactly certain where this idea came from or when it manifested. I suppose that it’s been a long time coming, in many ways. These past few years have felt like they’ve disappeared in an instant, but more than that, it has felt like all these wonderful little moments have gotten lost and overlooked as I’ve been preoccupied with school, work, to-do lists (although I do love a to-do list), and the like. So I resolved, a while back, to try and make each day of 2012 a little more memorable.
Inter.gazing 