When I was young, the thought of keeping a diary always appealed to me. Every year I’d ask for a paper diary for Christmas, and every year on January 1st, I’d start writing.
I never completed a month.
In hindsight, I now know why this was. For me, keeping a diary wasn’t supposed to be about writing down my deepest, darkest thoughts, never to to shared, or secrets that I never wanted revealed. I can see now that my younger-self wanted somewhere to write down and share all that made her happy, somewhere to keep the things that she loved, to be referred back to. A scrap-book of sorts. The Twitter-cum-Pinterest of the 1980s.
So… fast-forward 20 years, and here it is. My ‘diary’ of now. A place for me to share the things that I love, and thoughts that I have, in the hope that they will inspire, help guide and entertain.
You may not agree with or love the same things that I do, but that’s OK. If we were all the same, the world would be boring wouldn’t it – that’s what makes life interesting.
So I do hope you enjoy what will grow and evolve over the next few weeks and months… I’ll certainly enjoy sharing it all with you.
Erin, Love from Cornfield… X