I was going to devote this post to the topic of football. Yes, football. What in the hell does Lincoln, of all people, have to say about football? Tune in at a later date to find out.
As I was reaching into the memory bank (my journal) for this football entry, I came upon something that has completely perplexed me and thrown me for a loop.
At the end of my first year in Glacier National Park, I bought a journal. For the next 4 years, I wrote in that journal. I obviously didn't do it a lot...otherwise I would have filled the thing up long ago. But I wrote as regularly as could be expected of me.
My last entry was on September 17, 2006. Here's what it said:
"I know what I need to do. Yet the thought terrifies me. Or does it? I suppose the act of "doing" will be terrifying but right now I only feel slight apprehension. I'm wanting more right now. Just something else. Soon, Lincoln. Soon."
Here's the issue: I have absolutely no idea what I was talking about. Seriously. I can't remember. What was I terrified of doing? I looked back in my blog archives to see if my September '06 ramblings would clue me in. No dice. I'm completely, utterly dumbfounded.
I thought journals were supposed to help you re-live memories. Mine has only confused me.
3 comments:
I love that you felt the need to be so cryptic in your own private journal. I've gone back and re-read some of my old journals and been like "WTF? Why couldn't I just say what I meant."
Oh Lincoln...I can fill in all the missing puzzle pieces. You met me and all of your problems were solved, never to be thought of again. Uh...yeah. In the meantime...I can't wait to see you for New Year's!
that's exactly what i wrote in my journal september 17, 2006.
weird.
but i was talking about exercizing.
... soon, kathryn. soon.
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