Blue Binders

Way back, when I was in high school, I had a blue binder that I used for a diary. Mostly, it was an echo chamber where I could talk about just how terrible I was. But I tried to keep at it through university, this exercise in self-flagellation, and I got pretty good at crapping on myself in that blue binder.

Everything moved online after I got married, and my group of friends found blogging as a way of staying in touch. That was pretty great; it was like having friends over to chat without having to vacuum.

Facebook, and then Twitter, came in and took over everyone's online attention. It was disappointing, and it was probably the death-knell for the few people who were still clinging to blogs. I didn't care for that and so, while I do occasionally post to facebook, it's never very deep and not very frequent.

I have a different blue binder now, and it doubles as my planner. I can't quite bring myself to call it a bullet journal. I've gone too far away from the principles of bullet journalling, and I don't use washi tape. But entries like this are sprinkled haphazardly through this book, with the thought that the right entries will get promoted, get typed up, and posted to my blog.

This one seems to have made the cut, despite being very meta. I stuck to a single subject throughout, and I managed to complete a thought - something that has been harder and harder to achieve.