35 years is enough to make a lot of lifetime of mistakes, yes?
Then I'm still "young". I still have another 7 years. Even if "30 is the new 20"...
Realizing after compiling all my journals and planners, I've only tried planners for less than 5 years and barely nothing sticks or 'vibes' with me except one paged weekly formats with a visible next page to note and compare with.
Realizing why it works better because it is based on how my life runs now, not the overly complicated fancy systems that never did anything practical.
But this is still data. I'll take what I can.
And a journal was inconsistently running for almost 2 years long until it ran out of pages.
There's no records of me doing my days between years 2009 to 2016.
I do know why -- it was during this burnout and all I did all day was play online games and surf the net for over 15 hours a day... Even if I got back to school right after, I just clung on those days until I'm unable to.
So there's nothing noteworthy except maybe old screenshots of my online characters and chat dialogues of my past online life...
Maybe a few hundreds of memes and arts. Yet nothing resembled a journal, a diary or a planner. Because there's nothing to reflect or plan.
Anything past 2010 is deemed unavailable. No longer salvageable or found.
Yet for some reason I'm still clinging for it's existence as if I'm still this young teenager who wants to make it mine and remain private...
Notebooks thrown away, digital ones are likely long corrupted data.
Rationally, there's no point going so far as to make repairs to a 12+ year old PC with outdated parts and whose ROM card no longer with any compatible reader available.
And no trace of any of my own writings before my 1st to 2nd years of high school and earlier. Not even a single text book.
Irrationally, I just cling I recover it and save it to some archives and write some summary of that with I'm compiling right now even just for one last time...
And the lingering years of paranoia and distrust. Because my mom was just so nosy, doesn't respect my boundaries enough and spreads a lot of things I want it to be private and keep things to myself.
I want to let it all go.