A few weeks have gone by and while staring  at a blank page, my mind just keeps wandering off to days and events long gone by. It will take tremendous effort to harness  a specific day’s thoughts and pin them to a specific date and time. I find it difficult to bind my thoughts between the leather covers of a journal.

I want to write – it is an exhilarating experience. Should people my age not perhaps rather be writing memoirs instead of  keeping diaries (as we used to call journals when I was a teenager)?

Maybe I should write a mémoire. Carol’s Memoir – now that sounds ridiculous.  I associate a memoir with famous people or people with extraordinary achievements or people who have lived through extraordinary circumstances.  I’ve also read that writing a memoir is narcissistic, like taking a selfie and posting it on every social media page.

My mind is slipping into the past again: “Reflections of my Life” – now that’s a  title that sounds more like me.