Joan Didion asserts that keeping a notebook is an action to reconnect with ourselves, although it may not serve very useful in accurately recording time. Instead keeping a notebook records who we once were, reminds us vaguely of the meaning experiences once had to us. Didion shifts describing how the memories all come back, and not necessarily in a comforting way. Didion depicts the aging of herself and the people around her, which was unnerving as a reader. Didion's piece encourages readers to not lose touch with their past selves. As time passes Didion becomes less and less recognizable to herself from years before, which is understandable as people change overtime. But Didion's change in thought process was something I recognized in myself, to elaborate it's easy to become more concerned about current events or notice aging and negativity in day to day life. Moreover, something that resonated with me was the fact that old versions of yourself can resurface when you least expect it. I've been affected by this resurgence of past memories, at random points of time, recalling mistakes or comparing myself to better points I've had which is often overwhelming, if not all consuming. Didion's writing has given me a positive perspective of journaling, presenting your own nonsensical methods to remember yourself, as opposed to forgetting altogether or letting your past resurface at inconvenient times.
I followed the impulse up the stairs to stand in my bedroom, to fade into its familiarity. The same bed, the same tousled covers flung haphazardly the past morning. If we each owned a lifelong landscape, in this moment my bedroom would be mine. The same mess...the same solace. Sometimes being in my room feels like an escape. It feels like I could detach from the world and drift into the clouds on my worn rug island. I proceed to bury my face in the blankets, pick up a pillow and press it to my skin, plummet into a sweatshirt. My sanctuary. In here, even if it's temporary, I'm safe from everything else. Free from everyone else. I'm distracted from the inevitable. You're supposed to be looking for something... Ah! Thank you brain for the reminder. I'm here because I'm looking for something! Something I need... I feel my eyes snap into their searching regimen. Scan the room, glance left then right, identify the difference. Find what's out of place.....remove it...
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