Have you seen this website? OhLife is designed to help you write a letter to your future self. You write the letter, and it arrives in your InBox on the date you specify.
Interesting concept, but I’m not entirely sure I make a lot of meaningful statements worth reading in my future.
Regular readers have seen the dumb things I recorded for posterity in my junior high and high school diaries. Scintillating stuff like this from March 14, 1982:
I have a terrible fear that I’m gonna get my period on Tuesday, the day of my swimming lessons — it’s terrible. I’ll die. I’ll just die. But what can I do except pray?
The prayers worked. Four days later, I wrote: “I got my period. Today is Thursday so it should be done by next Tuesday and I won’t have to worry about it. Yay!”
I have bookshelves full of photo albums of just about every mundane occurence in my life, most with photos but some without. Among the memorabilia, I found this epic account in a copy of a letter written to a friend on July 3, 1994 [Steve is my ex-husband]:
Tragedy strikes! We had a sad, horrible event occur a couple days ago. Who would have thought Sollie — our clawless, gutless kitty who’s never eaten anything but cat food — would kill a bird? Not me. We’ve let him outside before, and he’s never indicated he’d be capable of killing anything — he’s too stupid. But I let him out the other day, and then went back inside to grab the paper to read while I was watching him and in the few seconds he was out of my sight, he managed to find a wren in a bush and get it in his jaws! Yuck! I heard this awful squawk! and then I saw Sollie. I totally lost it. I went into the house screaming and as you can image, Steve was livid! Wrens are his favorite birds living in our yard and he felt bad luring them here and making them feel safe, and then having Sollie go on a hunting trip. We buried the bird in Steve’s little garden by the garage.
The letter also included a long account of how we decorated our kitchen with a cow theme. Cow. As in bovine.
More recently, I’ve used this blog to record stories from my life. Some days, I think I’m brilliant. But other days …
Here’s a snippet from a very early post (Nov. 4, 2008):
On a normal day, I wake up and immediately dress for a workout. Sometimes I run. Sometimes I walk the dog. Sometimes I do yoga in front of the TV.
This morning, instead of getting dressed for exercise, I awakened excited. Today, I got to exercise my American rights. I got to vote for president.
OK, I’m sort of impressed I’ve been keeping this blog active for almost four years, but I tend to get excited about mundane things (“I’ll die! I’ll just die!”).
Of course, my blog is out there in the world for everyone to see on the good days and the bad ones. You can read everything I’ve ever blogged about by clicking on a month under “Archive” over there on the right. Check out this gem from a post titled “25 random things” on Feb. 2, 2009:
I want to be a writer. Of books. But sometimes I spend more time on Facebook and writing my blog than I do advancing the goal of writing books.
I probably shouldn’t be announcing to the world all the inane things I’ve ever written when I’m readying a book (a book! my first book! read more here!) for publication, but so be it. That’s life.
By the way, I wrote a letter on OhLife to myself. To arrive in my InBox one year from now. Its meaning and value will be evaluated then.