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December 15, 2015

Diary 20 / 34-years-old / NYC
WARNING: It’s a political one! 🙂 It’s days after the Paris attacks, and just about in the full swing of political primaries. I struggle with my disappointment in how society seems to be moving, and how I’ll likely be writing the exact same thing a year from now… which is–um–now. And I am. So. This is the post when I predict the future!
It’s also the very last page of Diary 20, which spanned three years.

December 15, 2015
December 15, 2015
The very last page of Diary 20, which spanned three years.

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November 10, 2015

Diary 20/ 34-years-old / NYC
Just one year ago. I compile a List of Anxieties. This is the only time, in going through my past 25 years of life, that I ever made a list. And what tops it? My singing cat. And my fear of releasing my life into the world through Throwback Diary…

November 10, 2015
The List of Anxieties

Strange the things I find whilst going back in time… This seems to be a different kind of List of Anxieties: Homework from a therapist I saw briefly in 2007 before meeting Joyce.

november 7
An assignment from my first therapist. A list of anxieties, too, really…

November 10

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October 7, 2015

Diary 20 / 34-years-old / NYC
Just one year back.  Afraid I’m losing track of reality, I plunge mind/body/soul into the idea of creating a diary-sharing website.  Is it another way to disconnect from the present?  
And I complain about boys.  Cause life.

Only three months left! Consider sharing. You may really help someone. Visit previous submissions.

October 7, 2015 pg1
October 7, 2015 pg1
October 7, 2015 pg2
October 7, 2015 pg2
October 2, 2000
A sheet of ramblings. Dated October 2, 2000.
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August 17, 2015

Diary 20 / 34-years-old / New York City
It’s strange how an entry only one year ago can feel so distant…
The summer after a pretty big life change, I go back to my therapist for the first time in a long while to check in. She teaches me about “Jackness,” and the ability to carry confidence. And I manage to *not* continuously text someone who’d been my first Ghost-er. #thisishowadultsdate? You can see me reminding myself “don’t write!” at the bottom of the previous day’s entry (albeit in Italian.) I had used the same method once for Alton–photographing the phrase and making it my phone’s wallpaper. It worked. 🙂

August 17, 2015 pg1
August 17, 2015 pg1 and you can see the “non scrivere!” (“Don’t write!”) at the bottom of the previous page. Ghosting sucks.
August 17, 2015 pg2
August 17, 2015 pg2
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July 18, 2015

Diary 20 / 34-years-old / Reading, Ohio
I go home to clean out my childhood bedroom before my parents move. I come face-to-face with all the lives and expectations I’d had for myself through various ages, and toss most of it away. But I bring back a sticky note with a Billy Joel lyric that had been on my dresser since my early teens (as well as a prom dress….)
I also brought back all of my childhood diaries to New York–making it the first time they’d ever all lived in one location, and birthing the idea that I should do something with them…

July 18, 2015
July 18, 2015, and the post-it I took back with me: “I’m looking for comfort I can take from someone else.” A Billy Joel Lyric
My crazy keychain collection
my crazy keychain collection
Mixed tapes
Mixed tapes
Prom dress....
Prom dress….
Popple and Pound Puppy!
Popple and Pound Puppy!


The Billy Joel song

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June 8, 2015

Diary 20 / 34-years-old / NYC
This is definitely the most recent entry I’ve ever shared…only one year ago! It’s my birthday week…and it gets a little NC-17 for youtube, so try to get through my handwriting below if you’d like the remaining story.

June 8, 2015 pg 1
June 8, 2015 pg 1
June 8, 2015 pg 2
June 8, 2015 pg 2
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April 8, 2013

Diary 20 / 31-years-old / NYC
More than a handful of entries begin with similar “why-do-I-even-write?” sentiments. I’m stuck in a rut, with some habits being particularly hard to break… On-again-off-again keeps offing-again with one man from Tango, while I try exploring others through online dating. Giovanni and I start to talk to each other about our other relationships, and I’m able to get out of a bad situation before it becomes too familiar. Leonard Cohen makes everything better.

April 8, 2013
April 8, 2013
tango embrace
Tango couple, embrace
I danced, but I also photographed.
tango embrace
Tango couple, legs Clearly this dance is nothing but trouble.

 

 

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