I tried to find some old papers I’d written in high school, for the composition class I was in, but they seemed to be buried super deep somewhere in the bowels of my closet, so the search is postponed for a while, or at least until a very sizable purge occurs.
Intending to transcribe them into posts here and possibly practice some revision on them, I thought that might be an interesting exercise. My writing style was probably a bit different a few decades ago. Oh, well. Someday I’ll find that stuff.
It’s the first Saturday of 2018, and I still need to focus a bit on making sure I type the year correctly.
Image credit: Aaron Burden
Sometimes, it feels good to be outside. Just to be outside. Maybe that’s why I feel the need to spend an entire day outside sometimes. Recharging the old battery using the power of outside air.
What you do every day matters more than what you do every once in a while.
