A year of the online journal came and went. With absolutely no fanfare. No 1-year anniversary entry. Just that rambling about the year of single life. But nothing really about this journal beinga year old.
It’s not that I’m not sentimental. Because I am. I keep everything. I like to shuffle through memories and remind myself of how good or how shitty I felt during each of those memories. It’s kind of like my life didn’t exist unless there are memories to show for it. Yes, I’m familiar with the notion that my life would matter if I were to do something remarkable that left some type of impact on the world. But that’s unlikely.
I just didn’t do it. I was unmotivated. There’s really no reason.
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Went to a concert last week. Chicago played at the Shell. It was great.
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My guitar-playing skills are getting better and better every day. I’m toying with the idea of taking some real lessons - I’m wanting more and more to be better than I thought I would want to be.
