Time is something that I’ve never had a grasp on.
I remember moments—snippets of things here and there. I remember silly things like how Courtney peed her pants in the first grade and I was scared to death to walk near that spot where she leaked long after it was cleaned up. Or that Fourth of July my dad and I sat on the dock of the lake with our feet in the water, just talking. Or the time my brother creamed me in the face with a snowball, and in holy retribution, I stuck his face in the snow (unfortunately, there is video proof—my mom was inside tapping us).
Anyway, there’s all these everyday moments I remember. I had a good childhood. I’ve had a pretty good life so far. But, even this last year seemed to elude me. I’m a twenty-two-year-old who can’t remember a damn thing.
I need a way to mark time. An easy, simple way to wrap my head around “where I’m at” (since that seems to be my big kick right now) on a regular basis. I figure writing on chalkboards is as sufficient in keeping track of time as writing in journal, carving the number of days on a tree, or a simple daily calendar, etc.
On occasion, I’ll explain the things I post. But, this is predominately just meant to be a photo blog of my school year.
I’m excited about this.
