I always want to begin writing about events in my life on days when nothing significant has happened to me in quite a while. I get to this point where I’m staring at a blank white box, and I think, “What happens now?”. I do not think my life is particularly bland, and despite having a yearning to write quite frequently, it never seems to cross my mind when I’m feeling most strongly about anything. In just a week from now, a new year will begin, and I want to document it all, unlike all the years before, instead of letting things both small and important slip from my mind.