Keeping a Diary

  It must have been every girl's wish(fantasy, for some of us)in at least one point in their lives to keep a daily journal. When I was little, I wanted to keep a diary that I write everyday. I wanted to be able to compose something that I can look back ten years from now, and relive my life through the eyes of a mini-me.
  Some things, such as keeping a diary, however, just wasn't meant for everybody. Keeping a diary means perseverance, and unfortunately for me, I do not have that. Here goes the routine :1) I happily purchase a brand new notebook and pencil, 2) write down an extra long first day entry out of bubbly enthusiasm, 3) write a follow-up entry one week after because I forgot to update my diary the next day the way I was supposed to, 4) forget about the diary altogether,  5) suddenly find the book someday in an abandoned corner of the house, 6) reread the entries, 7) gently chastise myself( but never too harshly because I don't want to break my own heart)for being lazy and forgetful, 8) run to the nearest store to buy a new notebook and pen for a fresh new beginning, and  9) return to step 2
  I find diary keepers very admirable, because just the fact that they are able to continue this activity speaks volumes about their character. In truth, I believe diaries are the most revealing and un-restricting form of writing known, which is the reason that they are so much fun to write and to read......
  Hmph...
  Well, time to run down to  the store again.