I was in middle school, and the teacher was explaining what a diary is, highlighting the total freedom we have when we write on our personal diary: we can write, draw, use some slang, attach pictures, have a spontaneous handwriting, and choose the cadence of our entries. Someone raised the hand and asked, in a provocative tone: “Can we write in our diary only once a year, if we want to?” The teacher giggled and answered: “Yes, of course.”
This episode comes to my mind every December 31st, because this is more or less what I do now: I lost the habit of keeping a diary, but I still write an entry once a year, every December 31st, sometimes finishing it on January 1st. It doesn’t matter if I am with my family, my friends, or alone (yes, I did spend some New Year’s Eves alone, and I am ok with it), I just find 20 minutes or so in which I can stay by myself, grab my organizer, go to December 31st, and write my diary entry there. I think about what happened, what I wish for the new year, and sometimes I reflect on how I have changed during the year that is about to end. Sometimes I only focus on personal events, sometimes I reflect on major events occurred in my town, my country, or even the world.
2017 has been for me the first year entirely spent as a PhD student at McGill, the year when some of my first times as a graduate student happened (here and here), and the year in which I joined the @gradlifemcgill team, and I am very grateful for these things.
What about you?
Best wishes for a happy 2018! 🙂