Today is National Dear Diary Day. As long as I can remember, I’ve chronicled my life—the good, the bad and the ugly. And, if your life is anything like mine, at times, things got so ugly the Elephant Man could have been Mr. Universe.
I purchased my very first diary from one of those school book fairs when I was a kid. I’d seen girls on television write their secrets in colorful books they kept under lock and key. Naturally, I wanted one myself. Who didn’t want to be able to get things off their chest without anyone else knowing their deepest, darkest thoughts? My first diary, which is long lost now, was a paperback book with bright white pages that had tiny pink hearts that marked each undated entry spot. If I’m not mistaken, I could write three entries per page. I guess that is where I learned how to be concise.
Writing proved to be therapeutic. I lived in a house with two younger sisters, my mom, and my stepdad but I didn’t have many friends. We’d just moved to Artesia, MS and I’d left all of my cousins—my very first friends—in Starkville. Attending a new school proved to be difficult. Thankfully, I found my words and they’ve stuck with me all my life.
My fascination with words and diaries led me to my current career. Actually, it placed me in a position to be a constant learner. In elementary school, I was a gifted student and eventually ended up in Mrs. Barbara Graham’s class for gifted students. Mrs. Graham was an older woman who made sure her students were exposed to various cultures as well as arts and entertainment. Because she loved the arts so much, I think taking us to plays and concerts was a way for her to do the things she liked in the name of education. Either way, she took her small class to see several plays, including The Diary of Anne Frank.
Admittedly, I’ve never read the book “The Diary of a Young Girl” by Anne Frank [I added it to my “to read” list on Goodreads.] but I have seen the play numerous times. However, there is a quote from the book in which I can relate.
I can shake off everything as I write, my sorrows disappear, my courage is reborn. - Anne Frank Click To Tweet