More Than One Line

When I was traveling last month, I saw a book called "One Line a Day." The idea is that you write one line each day for five years, cycling through the book five times so that you're writing on the same page for the same date each year. I really liked the idea, but talked myself out of buying the book because -- let's face it -- I'm bad at journaling. I've tried diaries, notebooks, apps, and this poor neglected blog, and the result is always the same. Which is to say, there's never much of a result.

When I got back home, I still found myself thinking about the book. I've taken to looking at my "Memories" on Facebook, and I've realized that, more often than not, they're way more than five years old. As I post less and less, there's going to be more and more of my life that I don't get to revisit in that way. There are also a lot of days when I don't have anything to say that's going to be all that interesting to the other 600 people who get to see my posts.

I finally decided to buy the book and give it a try. And... it's still blank. Last night, I realized one big reason why: there's no possible way to sum up these days in just one line.

So I'm here again, at least today. There's a lot more that I want to say, and hopefully will say, because the world needs to remember these days. We need to remember all the ways that we were strong together, and how devastating the losses are, so that those memories will shape the way we handle our future together.