I am pretty sure that majority of girls are familiar with this famous statement above. I bet there are only few girls who hasn’t own a diary at least once in their lives. I got my first diary in the most common way, as a birthday present, somewhere around when I was ten years old. It was very typical little girl’s diary, a horse on the pastell cover with a small lock that no one will ever get to read your secrets hidden inside. Naturally, you always hid the key somewhere.
A diary has always hold the status as an unwavering friend, a friend to whom you can tell absolutely anything, even the darkest, oddest and most embarrasing thoughts that you never could tell anyone, not even to your best friend. When I was ten, the most embarrasing secret of mine was that I liked this boy, just a normal boy in my class, but oh my when you like someone, you cannot tell anyone, right? I’m pretty sure many others know what I mean. Oh why cannot life be still that simple?
Moreover, diary was always the one you always told about your day, even when nothing special happened, which was almost every day as you were bloody ten years old and nothing happens in ten year old’s life besides school, barbie dolls and hide and seek. My posts were usually like:
Today I was in school and I had mathematics, I hate math as I am not good at it. One boy in my class was really nice and helped me though. It was nice. During break I played tag with my friends, also with this boy. It was fun. I think I might like him. Then after school I went to library and got this book about horses. Then I went home and did my homework. Then I read this book about horses and then ate icecream..
Shall I carry on or you got the point?
Yeah, back in those days life was so simple and the usage of linking words was unknown. Oh, but still you wrote, even though you didn’t have actually much to tell, but back in those days all that seemed super important! Oh sweet times, such a sweet times those childhood times.
To be honest, I didn’t wrote that many posts back when I was a child. I always got a new diary, wrote couple of posts and then got bored doing it. Only couple first pages where always filled with words and the rest of the pages remained blank. Well, I have always been like that, I get enthusiastic about something and then the verve subsides almost as soon as it found me, and that is one thing that still hasn’t changed.
And now, we come to the point.
Diaries have changed a lot from those childhood days. Once diaries used to be private, when today diaries have become public, as blogging has become a huge trend across the globe. People spread their thoughts and tell about themlselves and their lives online so openly these days that those childhood days indeed feel very faraway.
Don’t get me wrong, people still do old-fashioned diaries as well, I have one I could not live without. Actually, I have written in this diary of mine more than I ever wrote during my childhood years. Although, the style has changed a bit from that “then and then and then”. Haha.
In addition to the traditional diary, I have been pouring down my thoughts and stuff about my life here online soon almost a year. More or less at least. Like I said, I have always been the kind of person who gets excited about something but loses interest almost as soon as I got excited about it in the first place and then get excited again later. So with this blog, looking at the archive you can see the months I have been really enthusiastic about blogging filled with many posts and also the not-so-excited-months with only a few posts. What can I say, some things just never change.
Yet again, some things have. I may have not got the hang of regular diary keeping, but I am still writing. It is not regular, it is when I feel like it, both with my private diary and this blog. To some people, writing is a daily routine, and I know if I wish to become a professional writer someday, I need to find some routine too, but for now I think it is better not to force it, you know? My point being, if I don’t feel like writing, why write? The outcome of that would just be simply bad writing. I have learned that compulsion of such creative actions might in worst cases kill the verve and inspiration to do it at all. And that is the last thing I want.
So my point being here is, that I am sorry I am not posting in regular basis, but it’s just not who I am and I want you to know it. I will probably never be one of those bloggers who post regularly about something. This blogging has always been like a side hobby for me. Therefore, writing here is not that frequent.
What can I say, I wasn’t a true diary girl when I was a child and I might never be a true blogger either. I enjoy this, but on my time basis. Sometimes the blog might be filled with posts daily, sometimes it might be a month’s silence. It’s the same with my own diary, sometimes I write daily, sometimes only rarely. I write when I need to write something, when I feel like it, wherever and how often that happens to be.
Like this post, for example, I don’t know why I wanted to write about this, but you know when you feel like writing about something, you just do. At least, now if there are some regular followers you know that silence here doesn’t mean that I would not be writing anymore. Cause I will, it just happens when I feel like doing it, when I have something to share. I would have a lot to tell you about what is happening in my life right now, but I can’t. Cause it’s all still a secret and I am not ready to pour it down here in my online journal just yet.
Maybe next time? Who knows.
- lovesme xx