Like Sands Through the Hourglass; So are the Days of My Life...

"Not much happened today." This is the familiar phrase that began so many of the entries into my diary as a child. I remember the way I tediously wrote in my diary day after day with the events of each time. I tried so hard to find the juicy stuff that would fill my diary with scandalous lies, notorious acts, and frightening tales. But, alas, I never had anything interesting happen to me. When I was young I wrote in my diary with entries about the events of each day. They read like a grocery list that could be checked off with each hour that passed. When I entered into high school I hid away the diaries of my childhood and began to keep a journal. I wrote day and night about the feelings that I experienced. It read like the drama of a daytime soap opera with tales of unfair teachers and backstabbing friends. The tear-stained pages were filled with the hormones of a teenager that is pushing at her boundaries and finding new reasons to dislike her parents.

When I finally entered college I left all of my journals and diaries behind. I started writing in a notebook that I entitled Life from the Sidelines. I carried it with me at all times and scribbled in it whenever life inspired my comments. I wrote poetry, created dialogues between fictional characters, sketched out scenes of people on campus, and even tried my hand at writing honestly about myself. My writing skills greatly improved over this time and I found that I started to gain a consistent voice from which I expressed my inner self.

But in the end it still remained lifeless and made up. I concocted scenarios and fabricated instances in order to spice up the dribble that was my true day to day. Now, I blog on the world wide web to an audience much greater than I ever imagined. My entries have become slightly comical, sarcastic, and true commentaries on the observations of daily life.