She started up a journal again. Not a diary; not those odd books we keep during puberty when life is full of mysteries, marvels and angst. This is a journal of perceptions. She likes the word annotations, so she has titled her book Annotations on Life. (Perceptions of a Wonderer was her second choice … a playful use of words.)
Her book is observations. Some will be superficial because job time does not allow her to dig deep, and others will be from the mind well. When she is older, she will probably ponder the choices she made in life. She will probably be an altered version of her younger self. And looking back within her journals’ pages, she will recall the person she was and what made her choose to zig instead of zag.
She can barely wait to grow old so she can read her story.