I’ve been a Day One user for over 10 years.

My first entry dates back to 2013.

Until recently, I kept one journal per year. But yesterday, I decided to consolidate everything into a single journal—nearly 3,000 entries.

And that’s when the trouble began. My new journal won’t sync on iOS or the web.

I reached out to support, but no response so far.

Since all my entries were still on my Mac, I decided to export them year by year as a backup — in case I needed to switch to another app. And then came the bad news: all images from older entries were low-resolution.

Now, I’m stuck with a Day One that won’t sync and a local archive where my full-resolution images and videos are missing.

I’m nervous. Very nervous !!!

I should write more often. Maybe that way, my memories won’t play tricks on me anymore.

I like people who write weekly notes, so maybe I should start doing the same.

February is coming, the month of love. For me, I’d like it to be the month of love for myself… To be kinder and more attentive to myself, to what I do, and especially to what I don’t do.

My goals for February would be the following:
- to stop eating junk food
- to move more than I do now (it shouldn’t be hard because right now, I barely move at all)
- to write more
- to start writing poetry again

I really hope I can stick to these goals this time, I truly want to make a change!

I love to travel, to see new places, new cultures, and meet new people. Unfortunately, I don’t have the time or the financial means to do this as I wish.

One of my biggest dreams, however, is to one day visit Japan. It’s a country that has fascinated me for years.

If I were to find out tomorrow that I only have a year to live, I think the first thing I would do is buy a ticket to Japan. It’s sad to say that under the pressure of “if I were to die,” I would go immediately, but without that pressure, I can’t bring myself to do it. At least not now…

My children are still young, and we couldn’t go with them, especially not that far. I know some people do, but that’s not us. Leaving them behind is difficult for both us and them, especially since visiting a country like Japan requires at least two weeks.

One day, though, I will make it happen. I hope to still have the strength to do it; that is my only fear. As my children grow, perhaps we will all be able to go together and truly enjoy the experience.

Until then… I will remain with my dreams, feelings, and hopes.

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I have been working at my current company for approximately six years. I am dedicated to my job and have a good relationship with my colleagues and superiors. I consistently demonstrate punctuality and respect, and I believe I am a valuable employee. However, it frustrates me when I see new colleagues being hired at a similar or even higher salary than mine.

I can’t help but feel that loyalty and respect do not hold much value in today’s workplace. It seems like everything is a competition to earn the highest pay, regardless of the impact on others. For instance, there is a new colleague who may be technically competent, but their lack of professionalism and disregard for others, such as frequent delays, disrespectful behavior, and immaturity in certain situations, is concerning.

I find it unfair that such an individual can begin their professional journey at the same level it took me six years to achieve. While I acknowledge that I may have not effectively highlighted my skills and accomplishments during the hiring process, I still believe that staying with a company for an extended period should be respected and valued.

Lately, I have been feeling increasingly underappreciated. If things continue in this manner, I may be compelled to begin searching for another job.

Yesterday, podiGirl had her first pyjama party.

There were three of them, and they stayed overnight at her friend’s place.

The evening was a lot of fun for her, but quite strange for me and podiMom.

It was the first night she didn’t sleep at home, and we missed her a bit. However, all that matters is that it was a wonderful first experience for her.