Monthly Archives: January 2018

My real diary

My real diary.

I’ve got a diary, a real diary. A square note book with a spine so that I can turn the page over 180 degrees, this enables me to write neatly and with ease – on the lined paper.

I love my real diary: it lives in my handbag and it travels with me where I go. On the lines are words. Words of things that come to mind, like a place I want to visit or a person I need to contact. Maybe some special gin I think of or a movie I should see; a café that I heard about and like to explore. And goals, I write down goals that I aim to achieve; I make a note of a word that I hear yet not recognise: things I need to google. I write it all down, within the lines with my special pen. Once in my real diary, all my thoughts are safely stored for a later date, when I open my diary to read what I wanted to remember.

During the year my diary, my real diary, becomes a kaleidoscope of words, thoughts and sentences, references and quotes I hear along the way.

The only entries my real diary doesn’t have are my appointments. My appointments go into my smartphone. I plan, arrange, invite and share my appointments on my iPhone. Once the time and day of the appointment have passed, the screen shows a grey reminder of the details before they eventually disappear.

But my real diary is an overview of spontaneous thoughts, book- and CD titles, names of people I meet, gift ideas for loved ones, anything that moves me is written down in this book: a collection of inspirations. Those entries stay in my diary so that at any given time, I can flick through the 52 and some pages.

The entries don’t get binned or deleted: each entry in my real diary is a reminder of what moved me on a particular day in a particular year. A bundle of thoughts, my thoughts that become memories, memories that over years I enjoy to read again and again.

And that is why I’ve got a real diary.

1 January or New Opportunities

Regardless the year, I love 1 January.
It’s 8.00 am on 1 January. I have just enjoyed FaceTime sessions with my nephews in the Netherlands, who gave me a lovely and noisy run down of their fireworks activities. I also spoke with my octogenarian parents while they were watching the firework displays in Rotterdam from their high rise apartment.
Everyone sounded happy and excited; we all exchanged wishes for health and good times in the year to come.
What a wonderful 1 January tradition this is – wishing each other prosperity.
That, however, is not the only reason that I like 1 January.
I also like 1 January as it is the annual opportunity for betterment, an almost tangible chance of making better what wasn’t quite right in the year gone.
Over the years I have learned to not any longer make a list with resolutions as those lists lost their UseByDate nearly before the ink had dried. No, these days I have a general idea of how I’d like to adjust what I didn’t quite achieve in the previous year.
And the adjustments are predominantly focused on relationship (also with myself) and health: spiritual and physical well-being. With those two elements taken care of, life becomes and stays more enjoyable.

Looking back at the past year I feel confident that I am on the right track and now it is a matter of staying focused and continue believing in what I have achieved so far.

I am looking forward to the year to come; bring it on 2018!

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