I started doing a video diary every few months with thoughts about the current state of things, both at home and work and as a whole on the world. The intent is to have something for my kids to...
I started doing a video diary every few months with thoughts about the current state of things, both at home and work and as a whole on the world. The intent is to have something for my kids to look through to see how I've aged and look back on "normal" me when they're too young to really remember. I try not to keep them too long, between 5-7 minutes.
I keep a diary of markdown files with a cronjob to generate a template file each day with sections for "wins", "incomplete", and "log". I started in January. Initially, I wanted to counter my...
I keep a diary of markdown files with a cronjob to generate a template file each day with sections for "wins", "incomplete", and "log". I started in January. Initially, I wanted to counter my mediocre memory. There's a fair amount of things I learn at work that I don't document, and I also thought I might get lucky and capture some here.
Over the year, the function has transitioned from a record to an emotional rubber duck. If I don't have anything to say, I just write "Happy Sunday" or whatever. If I do have something up in my life, I'll write as long as I want. It's all the most honest reflection of my personality I can manage, including the petty and selfish stuff. As a kid, I'd talk to my teddy bear at night with the same content. That behavior revived itself with a new target.
I'm curious how much I'll cringe reading old entries someday, thinking how foolish I was and how small my concerns were.
Since I'm getting older and I tend to keep my feelings to myself, part of me is afraid I'll kick over one day and even family will be mourning someone they don't know much about so I just keep a...
Since I'm getting older and I tend to keep my feelings to myself, part of me is afraid I'll kick over one day and even family will be mourning someone they don't know much about so I just keep a blog of things that I might typically think about and also it's kind of therapeutic. I thought of keeping a daily journal but I'd consider it information overload for myself and the one reader I may have.
I have a notebook. Its not a diary but it shows my mind to me. I wish I could have a proper one and for next years notebook I plan to keep one. I don't trust servers or tech, I know too many...
I have a notebook. Its not a diary but it shows my mind to me. I wish I could have a proper one and for next years notebook I plan to keep one.
I don't trust servers or tech, I know too many programmers for that ;) So I like the physical sensation and focus in ink on paper. The investment that it is.
Since I am in constant fear of dying, and before I started my medication it took me hours to fall asleep thinking I would die alone in the night so I wrote notes to my husband and pinned it to my t-shirt so he could find it in the morning on my body. I keep all my passwords written down on a slip of paper taped to my desk for him still.
It does focus you a bit waking up groggy and finding what you thought would be your last words and realizing what they where. That in the end of fear just before passing out from exhaustion, the grandest expression you had wasn't something eloquent or rare or relevant but just a three word, eight letter sentence - thinking in the night that as long as he knew that, the rest would make sense in the end.
I still have one of them in a drawer. He has never seen it - but when I feel like shit I just know its there.
I started doing a video diary every few months with thoughts about the current state of things, both at home and work and as a whole on the world. The intent is to have something for my kids to look through to see how I've aged and look back on "normal" me when they're too young to really remember. I try not to keep them too long, between 5-7 minutes.
I keep a diary of markdown files with a cronjob to generate a template file each day with sections for "wins", "incomplete", and "log". I started in January. Initially, I wanted to counter my mediocre memory. There's a fair amount of things I learn at work that I don't document, and I also thought I might get lucky and capture some here.
Over the year, the function has transitioned from a record to an emotional rubber duck. If I don't have anything to say, I just write "Happy Sunday" or whatever. If I do have something up in my life, I'll write as long as I want. It's all the most honest reflection of my personality I can manage, including the petty and selfish stuff. As a kid, I'd talk to my teddy bear at night with the same content. That behavior revived itself with a new target.
I'm curious how much I'll cringe reading old entries someday, thinking how foolish I was and how small my concerns were.
Since I'm getting older and I tend to keep my feelings to myself, part of me is afraid I'll kick over one day and even family will be mourning someone they don't know much about so I just keep a blog of things that I might typically think about and also it's kind of therapeutic. I thought of keeping a daily journal but I'd consider it information overload for myself and the one reader I may have.
I have a notebook. Its not a diary but it shows my mind to me. I wish I could have a proper one and for next years notebook I plan to keep one.
I don't trust servers or tech, I know too many programmers for that ;) So I like the physical sensation and focus in ink on paper. The investment that it is.
Since I am in constant fear of dying, and before I started my medication it took me hours to fall asleep thinking I would die alone in the night so I wrote notes to my husband and pinned it to my t-shirt so he could find it in the morning on my body. I keep all my passwords written down on a slip of paper taped to my desk for him still.
It does focus you a bit waking up groggy and finding what you thought would be your last words and realizing what they where. That in the end of fear just before passing out from exhaustion, the grandest expression you had wasn't something eloquent or rare or relevant but just a three word, eight letter sentence - thinking in the night that as long as he knew that, the rest would make sense in the end.
I still have one of them in a drawer. He has never seen it - but when I feel like shit I just know its there.