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Documenting the good stuff (squirrels and all)

Every year I buy myself a small diary, one of those week-per-view ones, and I write down friends' and family members' birthdays and other important happenings. I also write down if something special or fun happened. Well, I used to. These days the poor diary gets to come out of its drawer very infrequently, certainly not daily. Once per week maybe. Looking back at this year I stare at empty pages because I've written so little in it.

Yesterday I had a bit of a eureka moment. I can't neglect my pretty diary anymore. I must put it to good use! No more depressingly empty pages, something must go in there. I took the poor thing out of the drawer where I keep it hidden from the view and wrote down under the appropriate day that I'd had a really nice workout (my 2nd having started again after a break) and that I'd watched an interesting interview on YouTube as part of this project that I'm doing. Not massively important things either one of them but I felt good having recorded them. And all of sudden I felt that hey, something is really happening in my life, I just haven't been taking note of it.

I do sometimes think that maybe some of this 'my life is utterly boring' is just in my head, that I just fail to see a lot of great things going on in my life. I think I've set myself ridiculously high standards in what I'd like my life to be like so it's no wonder I'm failing miserably. I can't help thinking back to my 20s when I was travelling the world and was filling photo album after photo album with  photos of my travels. But it's the photo albums I keep going back to, not what my life was actually like. If I think about what my life was really like then I realise it wasn't really necessarily that exciting.

You may be thinking what I'm thinking. Couldn't I just trick myself into thinking that hey, there are actually quite a few exciting things happening in my life if I just keep taking photos of what I get up to? Maybe I could. I'm going to try.

The action plan therefore is that I'm going to restart documenting my life. I need to start writing in my diary again, even if it's just one thing a day that made that day memorable. And cameras at the ready. I shall be snapping images of what I do, even if it's just of a squirrel in my back garden. I may at first have lots of photos of squirrels but I'm sure that eventually I'll find something else to photograph as well (magpies?).

Talking of squirrels, they are actually really cute, I love watching them. They are constantly on the move, hopping, running, digging, working away, finding food. Just watching them makes me want to go and start doing something productive.

Turns out I've already taken some photos of squirrels. Well, chipmunks actually but close enough. 
Maybe there lies the answer? I need to watch squirrels more, that'll make me want to start productively working on things and then I can take photos of what I'm doing and write an entry in my diary. 'Started a new sewing project today (inspired by squirrels)'.

On a more serious note (Iife is way too serious way too often, we should all loosen up a little and think about squirrels, or chipmunks even, more often), I shall be scribbling in my diary every night from now on, filling it with memories of everyday things and some even more extraordinary things. I shall also be documenting my life by taking images of things I see, do and experience and create photo albums of my snaps.

On a lighter note, I can't believe I got so side-tracked by squirrels. There's one more thing I want to say about those lovely creatures because I just learned about it and it's something I need to mark in my diary (a day of importance, ha!); there is a Squirrel Appreciation Day and it's held on 21 January. Yes, really, I'm not making this up (google it if you don't believe me). Thought they were just useless rodents? Think again.


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