D is for Diary

| April 5, 2014

“I never travel without my diary. One should always have something sensational to read in the train.”  – Oscar Wilde, The Importance of Being Earnest

When I was around ten, I began keeping a diary. It soon became the friend I could tell my deepest secrets too. It was a safe place for all my unedited thoughts. It was a way to connect with my inner self. Every time I filled one diary I grew excited to begin the next. Slowly, I filled several diaries and had the privilege of looking back. At that point, my diaries transformed into a source of laughter as well as sadness. They offered me an uninhibited world. Then I began college and my entries grew less frequent and my thoughts more edited. Afterwards I became a mother and a graduate student and my entries ceased all together. Once this happened it was as if I lost myself, there was no connection to the inner. All writing became self-conscious. Now I search for that connection I had with my writing, with my diaries, the one I took for granted.

Here is a lovely picture of a diary (sorry, not one of mine):