Subtitle: why blogging comes naturally to me.
My profiles on Facebook and Mile High Mamas say “Blogging in my head since 1980.” Which isn’t the whole truth. Yes, I’ve been blogging in my head, but I’ve also been journaling on paper.
On my mngm-teenth birthday in late 1979, my dear Aunt D gave me a 1980 desk calendar. I declared it a journal, and have documented every day of my life ever since.
Ladies and gentleman, this is my life:
If you’re counting, this is my 30th year or recording each day of my life. Most nights, I just convey the day’s significant events (if I’ve met you or interacted with you substantially, you’re probably in there), but there is also room in the back of each booklet for free-form thoughts, struggles and wonderings.
Each year, Aunt D sends me a new calendar for my birthday. For years, it was a Sierra Club calendar. But lately, she’s gone all adventurous on me and branched out to new styles. Each one she chooses is perfect for the time.
I am nothing if not easy to shop for.
And now, something that hasn’t seen the light of day for 29 years. The very first page of my journal.
I’d like to believe that no one will click to enlarge (how exciting can an mngm-teen-year old’s life be?), but I’m prepared that some of you will. Try to overlook the obvious boy-craziness. On the first DAY I mention 3 boys, with varying degrees of love and hate (I can’t even remember who Ricky and Randy were, but I’ve mentioned Doug before).
I can’t help but love the girl who wrote this, who ached to be found worthy.
I started this journal because I was certain that my mom had never been a teenager. She had no idea WHAT I was going through because she was born ancient — 30 at least. I was going to prove to my own hypothetical daughter, someday, that I could empathize with her.
Ha! There’s no way my real daughter will ever see these. Not until she’s a mom, anyway. Wait, I should rephrase that. Not until she’s double the age I was when I started writing.
You can guess what I would grab if my house caught on fire (assuming all the people were safe).
See what the other angst-ridden kids are showing and telling over at Mel‘s.