my dad’s uncle has a line-a-day calendar that belonged to my great-grandfather. it works like this: the little leather-bound volume has its pages divided into five sections. once a day, for five years, he wrote what we might call a status update. on the page marked october 5, for example, there are five entries, one for each october 5 between 1923-1928. the result is beautiful, heartbreaking, haunting, and magical all at the same time.
before starting this blog i was never able to commit to any kind of long-term record keeping or journal writing. but a line a day? that seems doable. and isn’t there something about thumbing through a paper record that just feels good? i’d love to know what you all think!