When I was young, my dad made me write everything down. I kept a notepad to keep track of my nightly homework assignments. I had a daily planner to write down things that I did and reminders of important events. And we had an actual calendar (one of those given away by the church every year) to record what days mom and dad would be working for the week/month. It's funny because we kept that calendar in the bathroom, behind the door, in front of the commode. Everyone goes to the toilet, right?
I wish I had been more consistent in my writing, note-taking, and calendar updates. And more significantly, I wish I had kept all those journals, planners, and calendars. It would have been cool if I had them electronically.
There was a point where I kept an electronic journal of daily events, but I think at one point in my life I thought it was too boring, that I wasn't as exciting as I thought I was. Now it's becoming hard to recall all the activities, achievements, accolades, experiences, and encounters that I have made me who I am today.
I am in the process of trying to write an autobiography. (To be fair and honest, I keep telling myself this and have been trying to accomplish this for many years already.) And calling to mind the millions of facts, events, circumstances of any kind of memory I had of the past is a near impossible task. But I'm going to try to document as much as my brain can muster in clarity.
Hopefully, one day I will have a book of stories, lessons, interesting facts, realizations, insights, and hidden facts for my child(ren) to one day look back on and read in amazement their cool collection of dad.
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