When I studied/worked abroad I religiously kept a journal. Every single day. I had to document every moment because here I was in this amazing city and even if it was a 'normal' day it was not a normal day.
I'm grateful I did that but I chastise myself for not living that way every day now. These 'normal' days someday will not be normal and I will look back and not remember so many of them. Or I'll wish for their simplicity and worry I didn't appreciate each one enough.
Why do we let normal days fall away?
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