A Page from a Woman’s Journal

Distracted and all over the place—that's how I would describe myself. Why do I need this e-journal when I already have a yellow diary, a pink diary, a draft of my email, and an online blog with zero visibility on Google’s search engine? How many more places do I need to document my existence? And yet, on this cold January 28th, I start this e-journal, making a silent promise to return to its daily. Will I keep it? Who knows. But for now, I begin.

I have always been good at observing—at capturing the world through my eyes and wrapping it in words. Today, as I sit on my couch in the hall of my cozy house, I watch the world outside. A country house, standing modestly with its stone tiles, framed by towering pine trees. Smoke curls from the chimney, a quiet reassurance that life is still in motion. The day I don’t see it, the world feels oddly still—not lifeless, but as if civilization itself has paused.

And those pine trees—how I admire their resilience! Through every season, they remain unchanged, standing tall while the other trees around them surrender to winter’s bite, shedding their leaves, waiting for rebirth. Pine trees don’t wait. They persist. They endure. But when the world around them bursts into color in the coming months, their presence fades into the background—always there, yet unnoticed.

It fascinates me how a simple view from my couch can ignite so many thoughts. Perhaps it’s my imagination that gives life to the ordinary. Or maybe this tendency to observe, to romanticize the mundane, is just a way to entertain myself. Whatever the case, I do it well. I am an educated woman with a mind that wanders and a reasonable ability to keep it occupied.