“Diary Entry: 8/08/24 – complaints (I) “

Figuring out what to write is hard. I want my Dairy Entries to be a stream of my consciousness, but my brain is pulling every which way but right, which led me to start this blog post about three times now.

My first draft was about a cherished memory that visited me today. I haven’t thought about this in memory in years, though it is one of the earliest memories of me defining myself. But when I started writing, it turned into a piece I wanted to develop, not a diary entry.

Then, I tried tapping into a different fixation of the day: childhood neglect older generations faced. I truly enjoyed discussing this topic over lunch with coworkers, but when it came to writing about it, I couldn’t even get past the opening sentence. I was utterly bored with it. To be fair to that topic, I am entertaining a visitor who affects every aspect of my day when she is around. I even tried writing about her and how she came early with no warning, just to be the most distracted she had in months. But I really don’t want to talk about her.

They say when you change your perspective, miracles happen. This diary entry took over an hour to write, but Now I know my default diary post. Pointless complaints.