Tag Archives: Memories

Start a One-Sentence Diary

21 Jun

We all want some sort of memory of our past. It is nice to look back at photos and remember the events in our lives, but it’s even nicer reading about our impressions of that event.

Whenever I come across my old notes or letters or diaries, I am overcome with all sorts of emotions: amusement, Diary mountainssurprise, joy, nostalgia, sadness. I am grateful to my past self for having ‘eternalised’ these fleeting moments.

However, although it’s great to keep a diary for the pleasure of our future selves, our busy lifestyle does not necessarily give us the time to write in detail about our day. And anyway, will we even want to read all the details of our days in 20, 30 or 40 years time? Probably not. All we will want to do is to remember the most important feelings, thoughts and impressions that we had during certain periods of our lives.

So, why not keep a one-sentence diary? Yes, that’s right, write only one sentence a day. You can be sure that this one sentence will sum up the most important event or impression you had that day.

Use a pretty diary and colourful pens. I use the Someday diary, with a beautiful design and creative photography, and I write with pink, orange, green and blue pens.

Amongst my diary entries you will find:

We ran through pink sprinkles at the stadium after closing hours and got soaked.

You brought me a glass of water when I was upset.

Singing and cycling in the sun.

A strong supportive hug when I came back home from work.

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One sentence. The one memory that matters. The one thing from today that is worth taking into tomorrow.

Thank you to Alex Quick and his book “102 Free Things to Do” for this inspiring idea.

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I Remember the Important Things

15 Sep

sunset rays behind trees

I remember the important things.

Like the words to my favourite songs,

Or the way you smiled the night we met.

I remember the important things.

Like what was written in a letter,

Or the way the sun rays shined through the trees.

I remember the important things.

Like the smell of lavender skin,

Or the billions of stars we fell asleep counting.

I remember the important things.

Like the murmur of August leaves and her sad smile on the last day of summer.

Photo Friday – Blown Back to Childhood

7 Oct

Blown Back to Childhood

I grabbed it as soon as I saw it. At a tourist resort, this was a peice of bright plastic to the majority of adults walking past; to me, it was a symbol of my childhood.

Long forgotten memories, hidden somewhere in my subconscious, flashed before my eyes when I saw it. I couldn’t remember when, or where, or why; all I could remember was the feeling of absolute joy and bliss I felt as a child at being in possession of a toy windmill. I remember smiling, holding the toy windmill tightly in my hands, and spending hours observing with fascination the rainbow of alternating colours, spinning with the wind.

It was the most beautiful and elegant thing I had ever seen in those first years of life. And, to be honest, I think I love it just as much today.