Past writings
Two things.
1) I am reading again some kind of a diary that I wrote more than twenty years ago. I wonder how this frail, irrational, fearful, dreamy, drama-oriented sort of princess that I was gave birth to what I am now. If I met her now, I wouldn’t bet a penny on her. Yet look what she’s become. Miracles do happen.
2) While I’m at past gazing and navel fascination, I have an announcement to make. Writing is one of my weaknesses and I’ve been writing diaries since I was fourteen. That makes over 10 000 pages written since then. Unfortunately, I lost ten years of diaries. During a removal that I was doing little by little by carrying my stuff by plane, the airplane company lost one of my bags where I had ten of these yearly diaries. I was told that the bag was stolen. I have very little hope to find them again. They are probably rotting on a garbage pile somewhere. Yet strange things happen sometimes, so I decided to let people know around me about what happened, just in case. These diaries don’t have any value to anyone but me. But it would be cool to see them surface again.
1) I am reading again some kind of a diary that I wrote more than twenty years ago. I wonder how this frail, irrational, fearful, dreamy, drama-oriented sort of princess that I was gave birth to what I am now. If I met her now, I wouldn’t bet a penny on her. Yet look what she’s become. Miracles do happen.
2) While I’m at past gazing and navel fascination, I have an announcement to make. Writing is one of my weaknesses and I’ve been writing diaries since I was fourteen. That makes over 10 000 pages written since then. Unfortunately, I lost ten years of diaries. During a removal that I was doing little by little by carrying my stuff by plane, the airplane company lost one of my bags where I had ten of these yearly diaries. I was told that the bag was stolen. I have very little hope to find them again. They are probably rotting on a garbage pile somewhere. Yet strange things happen sometimes, so I decided to let people know around me about what happened, just in case. These diaries don’t have any value to anyone but me. But it would be cool to see them surface again.