Twenty-Ten

As a child I nearly always got a new diary for Christmas and I used to look forward to the new year just so I could start writing in it. On New Years Eve I’d carefully fill in the bits that I could, like birthdays and personal info in my neatest handwriting and then at the end of the first day of the year just before I went to sleep I’d log the events of the day before slipping it under my pillow or down the side of my bed. Some years I’d have a special pen and use the same one until it ran out, other years I’d carefully colour co-ordinate the days of the week or have a different pen every month. There was something special about writing a diary back then, it seemed to give a meaning to everyday and I’d try to live every situation, remembering every little detail and feeling so that I had something interesting to write about. There were months at a time where the focus would centre around one person or one passion and I’d rate the days according to how good or bad they were. Seeing the pages fill up gave me a satisfying feeling of achievement and also a grip on where my time had been spent, never could a week pass me by without me wondering where it went, it was all there on paper.

I don’t keep a diary anymore. It stopped around the time I was fifteen when I felt my thoughts and actions needed to be a bit more private, but I did start a blog back in the summer of 2006 after our first attendance at a home ed camp and this year I decided I wanted a new blog for a new year to recreate that fresh feeling of new beginnings that I used to get when starting a new diary.

This blog will be mainly about our days from a home educating perspective. The stars will be Ms R who is four and Master R who is two. Our aim for this year, our resolution if you like, is simple. To live.