Sunday evenings are for journaling. It is 9:40 pm now. I am lying face up in bed with my laptop hoisted on a laptop stand my brother bought a few months ago. This is usually the time of the week where I write something in my diary.
Today, instead of writing in a place where only I can access it, I decided to write something I could share with anyone who cares to read it. A diary, they say, is a place where you pour out your heart and divulge the most delicate facts and secrets about yourself without fear of someone ever reading it. It is like having a conversation with a friend who will listen to everything you have to say and not judge you; someone whose faithfulness is absolute, and whose trust you can vouch for.
You might be worried that I will ask this of you, dear reader, seeing as you are reading one of my diary entries. But fear not; I am going to apply a strict filter. So you don’t have to worry about being caught in a tangle of secrets or anything like that.
Now that we’ve gotten that out of the way, shall we proceed?
I just came back from accompanying my friend for a photo shoot. It was about an hour's drive to the location, which explains why I’m so tired. But the journey was quite pleasant. The photoshoot was a great success. The next time we go, he would be accompanying me.
I love the rainy season so much, especially the first 2 months. The first rains sweep off all dust and waste from surfaces, leaving everywhere clean and sparkling, but without the mud.
Can you relate to this, reader, or is it just me? Life tastes better in the rainy season, don’t you think? My appetite is usually keener. Sleep is sweeter. Reading a good book to the accompaniment of a heavy downpour is a taste of heaven. Above all, I love how I seem to sparkle and glitter all over without even trying. Even my very heart, I have noticed, is more sensitive in the rainy season.
Rain also brings back memories of the sweetest kind. Memories made all the more beautiful by the softening haze of time. That blessed period of childhood! Did you ever play in the rain when you were little? If you did, then you know what I’m talking about. I need not say more.
Monday looms. What a short weekend this has been. I wish I had another day. Work was hectic last week. I learned so much though — from colleagues who are decades ahead of me in experience. I consider it a privilege.
I’m afraid I have to end here. This has been a most fragmented entry, touching on a few very random areas. I guess we can blame it on the filter that wouldn’t permit me to dig deeper on any one story. Hope it made sense all the same.
I declare that I will wake up tomorrow bursting with energy and passion to start the new week. Lines will fall for me in the right places this week. I will go to bed with a deep feeling of fulfillment each night. And when I sleep, God will bless the work I did during the day and renew my strength and impart me with divine creativity, transformative ideas, and wisdom.
If that is what you desire, then it is my prayer for you too. Have a splendid week ahead!