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Monday, March 17, 2014

Long forgotten

Hey, I’m back!

It’s been a crazy week with family and lots of walking and running around. I have barely touch a book, but it was a good way to find some long lost strength, even if I was drained of energy. The days I spent with family I had the chance to go snooping around my old bedroom and I was surprised by my findings.

It’s amazing how easy we can remember and forget things and this past weekend I realized how many things I have forgotten. Like how I started writing.

So there I am cleaning my old bedroom when my eye catches the sight of a small pink notebook at the back of a drawer. It will be a lie if I say that I didn’t frown. I did, but when I held it in my hands I remembered what it was. A diary!

I remember having this diary, but the memory is fuzzy like looking through a dirty window. I don’t know who gave it to me, but it was full of my ramblings and stories. I sat on the bed and started reading it. It was since elementary school and I laughed so hard while reading it. 

Even if I didn’t remember this before, now I know this was the first thing I wrote for me. That little pink diary is where I realized how much I love pressing the pencil against the pale pink pages. Some images of me writing appeared in my mind like mushrooms after a rainy day. And I smiled wide. Then I remembered the old writing book of stories and I opened the brown hardcover and read some more. Oh, my favorite one is “The worthless turtle,” the first story I wrote with no good ending. Then I was charmed by this idea. 

Sitting there I thought back of all the notebooks and diaries I used to have. Writing my thoughts, stories and open myself there, always at a blank page. My best friend, my constant companion and my passion. A blank page can be transformed into something beautiful. It just needs to come pure out of our hearts. The other stuff are teachable.

At least this is how I see it. How about you? 

How did you start writing? Do you have a diary? 


  1. Oh my gosh, this is so wonderful, Athina!! I did not keep a diary or even write when I was a kid, but I spent a lot of time in my head. And I just love how you discovered you love sad endings! “The worthless turtle” How cool is that?

    Happy flying, Miss Athina!

    1. Thank you, Robyn. I did write a lot, not only stories, but personal stuff too. I always find it redeeming to write things down.

      Happy swimming! :)