I was back home this October and found an old diary from 1991 lying among the stacks of dusty books in a glass closet.
It was full of handwritten notes, thoughts and recipes – A wonderful quasi time machine providing a glimpse into what life was like and what was important to us over a decade ago.
There is something about such physical relics of ourselves and people we know that helps provide perspective about the past, that in turn provides a unique vantage point about the present.
Towards the end of the diary, was an erudite scribble by a (probably) 6 year old me. It was an attempt to organize my life through a time table for the week. As you can see in the picture, I had my priorities straight back then 🙂