In 2015, I’ve decided to do a new thing. (Because I clearly don’t do enough things). I’m calling it Page a Day, though that’s probably an over-glorified name for what’s basically just a journal. Each day I’ll use one page to talk about what I did that day, what’s been happening in my life, and what I’m thinking about. The page size is 5.5” x 8.5”. I’m not allowed to use more than a page, but I can use less than the full page if it wasn’t a particularly eventful day.
At the end of the year, of course, I’ll end up with a 365-page book. I’ll put a hardcover up on Ingramspark and order myself a copy, and if I can keep this up for a few years—maybe in perpetuity—I’ll have a wonderful collection sitting on my bookshelf of what my life was like day-to-day. Maybe one day in old age I’ll sit and read about myself when I was younger. Maybe I’ll merely pass the books on to my children.
So that’s more than half my page gone already, and I’ve got one really important thing to say so I’ll get to it. Today, Desmond took his first steps. Only a couple at a time, and only after being helped along a bit first. He’ll stumble back and forth between me and Meghan, falling into our arms each time. But that’s a huge milestone, obviously, and a fantastic first entry into Page a Day. His first steps in life—my first step on this new project.
I know he’ll keep walking, and keep getting better at it. I only hope I’ll do the same.