Thursday, December 31, 2015

A Diary?


Today will be my final entry for my 5-year diary. If I was in Japan, I would have picked up the next one at the local bookstore, having chosen from a variety of them on a table near the checkout counter.  

When I received this 5-year diary as a gift, I knew that the next five years would be momentous. Indeed, I started graduate studies, we experienced the triple disaster in Japan, our oldest daughter was engaged, married and became a parent. Our second daughter graduated from college and has begun her young adult life apart from us. We became the first Asian Access missionaries to move under SIM. We wrapped up our long-time years of service in Japan and moved to the US to begin serving with SIM after our sons graduated from high school. We became home owners, started new positions, went church shopping, cared for our missionaries through the Ebola Crisis, oversaw the growth of one department. Stan piloted a successful conference between the mission and strategic churches. For starters...

If I was in Japan, I would have picked up the next one at the local bookstore. But we're not in Japan, and the local bookstores had racks and racks of journals, but no multi-year diaries. I had seen some online--my favorite way to shop-- but wanted to go touch them, feel them, see if I could be happy with them for five years...  

Walking up to the check out counter, where two youngish clerks were waiting, I asked, "Do you carry diaries?"  The blank stare on their faces took me back. They asked me again what I was looking for. "A diary." Again no recognition. "A book where you write an entry per day." They asked if it was a journal...and then a lightbulb went off for one of them--"with a key?" she asked. This dread of something pink and girly with Dear Diary written on the outside flashed across my mind...

I grew up with a father who kept multi-year diaries for most of his adult life. I think they're still stored in at my sister's house.  His minute writing would fill the entry. Year after year.  We would get calls, or emails (when that was finally invented!) that would inform us that "10-years ago you did this or that" sometimes being something that I didn't exactly want remembered. I do that to my kids and husband now... 

Since I'm not in Japan, I had to go back to my online shopping options. Sadly, there weren't as many to choose from as I would have hoped, but here is what I have decided to make work!   Yes, it says its a journal... but its what's inside that counts... and what is inside is room to write a short entry over the next five years...  I have to provide the year in the bubble, but I guess I can do that. Its a decent size--not too small (and no lock!)--and it looks like it will travel well.



So here goes, 2016 - 2020!
What stories will you hold?

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