When I first retired, a year and a half ago, I started writing Retirement Ramblings. It was a way for me to chronicle a huge, new phase of my life. I continued writing for 6 months and then life got busy so I stopped. Now when I read those ramblings I’m glad that I captured the early days of retirement - even happier to recall my feelings at the time. I have kept some sort of diary 3 or 4 times in my life and I’ve only been successful when I understood that a diary doesn’t have to be maintained every single calendar day (or even every calendar month) - just write when there’s something to say or events to record. Years and years later I have no regrets that I didn’t write something every day in those few journals I did keep, but I do regret the many journals I never even started.
So now I’ll try blogging - maybe it will become the ultimate journal. I just want to write about my life, my dogs, my beautiful gran’baby. I want to write what I remember of those years when I didn’t keep a journal. Memories or moments, monumental or mundane. Life will sometimes get too busy and I won’t be able to write. But this time I hope I won’t stop. Diary, journal, blog … I’m writing this for me.
