Where it all begins again

Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could; some blunders and absurdities have crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day; you shall begin it serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense.

— Ralph Waldo Emerson

Well, I’ve just completed a Warehouse Loan Effective Interest Amortization Schedule. That’s the great thing about Accounting, although there is certainly some level of difficulty to it, no matter how easy it is, it always SOUNDS like it’s hard. Thus, it makes me sound much more intelligent when I say I’ve been doing amortization tables, as opposed to, simply multiplying numbers together. It’s my favorite aspect of the profession. Well, besides the pay.

Anyway, this is the 52nd entry into the diary, and as we look back, it’s fun to think about all we’ve been through together. From diary circles to surveys, from random internet girls to random internet guys, from movie critiques to guides to picking up men: we’ve covered a lot of material together. Some of you have been here from the beginning, smiling all the way. Some of you joined a bit later, (and quite frankly some of the beginners were rather bitter about it) but you’ve managed to catch on quickly and you’ve contributed to the diary too. Thomas Merton himself said that no diary is an island, and he’s right.  We all know it’s a group effort here at the diary, and we’ve all contributed to it what we can.

With all that being said, this is not the end of the diary, but, rather, where it all begins again. Act I of the diary may have been completed, but the climax is yet to come. Where the story arch goes from here is unknown, as the nature of a diary insists on. I know not where my life is going, what things will amuse me, what sorts of people will frighten me with their strangeness, or what sorts of people will stun me with their kindness.

That’s the great thing about the diary. With a book, no matter how good, there always comes the inevitable point when the last page is turned and the story ends. But, is that how it happens in real life? No, sorry, but after the prince rescues the princess, he still has to live with her. Art imitates life, but a diary is life in its purest form. This one has just begun.