Describe one of your quirks and why it is part of who you are.
It took me ages to think of one I could write about. Please edit critically! I could use all the help I can get.
I've always wanted to keep a diary. After reading Meg Cabot's The Princess Diaries, I tried on multiple occasions but failed. Neither do I have the dedication nor the patience to daily scribble away pages of my endless adventures. And as it turns out, Mia Thermopolis discovering she's a princess has much more to say than I do. But even after my fifth attempt, I refused to throw out my "diary". I decided I'd keep it for whenever I did find something to write about. Five years later, I'm glad I did. Writing in my diary is now an essential part of my day. And it's my unique quirk because I write not in the way Mia does. I don't pour out my emotions and describe my every activity. I've never been able to fill pages with empty talk, and that's why traditional "Dear Diary" entries never work for me. I tweeze out the spark from my quotidian life, good or bad. Never a page or a paragraph. Just a line or two. About an unexpected challenge. A peculiar stranger. An act of kindness. In desperate times, the changing weather. I want to look back and remember more than a conventional life but not necessarily a perfect one. Time is slipping by, and my one line entries grab snippets for me to revisit in the future. I will learn from my mistakes. And I will smile at my accomplishments. But cherish I will them both.
It took me ages to think of one I could write about. Please edit critically! I could use all the help I can get.
I've always wanted to keep a diary. After reading Meg Cabot's The Princess Diaries, I tried on multiple occasions but failed. Neither do I have the dedication nor the patience to daily scribble away pages of my endless adventures. And as it turns out, Mia Thermopolis discovering she's a princess has much more to say than I do. But even after my fifth attempt, I refused to throw out my "diary". I decided I'd keep it for whenever I did find something to write about. Five years later, I'm glad I did. Writing in my diary is now an essential part of my day. And it's my unique quirk because I write not in the way Mia does. I don't pour out my emotions and describe my every activity. I've never been able to fill pages with empty talk, and that's why traditional "Dear Diary" entries never work for me. I tweeze out the spark from my quotidian life, good or bad. Never a page or a paragraph. Just a line or two. About an unexpected challenge. A peculiar stranger. An act of kindness. In desperate times, the changing weather. I want to look back and remember more than a conventional life but not necessarily a perfect one. Time is slipping by, and my one line entries grab snippets for me to revisit in the future. I will learn from my mistakes. And I will smile at my accomplishments. But cherish I will them both.