The diary of almost everything

Some things start with a masterplan.
This didn’t.
It started with a coffee I didn’t finish, a thought I couldn’t let go, and a sudden urge to write something that wasn’t a WhatsApp-bericht, a to-do list, or an email that ended with “kind regards.”

I didn’t want to write a blog.
I wanted a space.

A place that felt like my favourite café:
warm lighting, no pressure to speak, and a seat by the window where you can daydream freely or judge people’s coats, depending on the mood.

That’s how Diary of Almost Everything was born.
Not a blog full of answers.
Just a diary filled with attempts.

Why a diary?

Because it’s the only format where you can have deep thoughts about toast and still feel like you’ve grown as a person.
Because diaries don’t need a moral, or a lesson. Just a moment.
And because “The Blog of Somewhat Ambiguous Feelings” felt like too much work for a logo.

And what is Almost Everything?

It means I’ll write about almost everything, except:
– Things I’d rather whisper than publish.
– Things that belong to other people’s stories.
– Things I enjoy doing, but rarely feel like writing about,
unless I can wrap them in a memory, a thought, or a question worth sharing.
(Sport, for instance. Love doing it. Just don’t ask me for live commentary.)

I’m not here to tell anyone’s truth but my own.
But some stories echo through generations, even if no one says them out loud.
This is just one that landed in my hands and made me wonder.
I’ll leave the rest for another day.

I come from what looked like a happy past and in many ways, it was.
But joy and wondering can live in the same childhood.
Maybe that’s where my need to write began.

I ask more questions now.
About time, stillness, why the world feels so loud, and why socks disappear in the wash but heavy thoughts never do.

I’ll share a lot, not because I’m an open book, but because I’ve learned that some pages are easier to carry when read aloud.
And because writing softens my brain. Which is nice, because I live in there.

You won’t find how-to’s here.
Or “10 ways to change your life before breakfast.”

Instead, you’ll find:
– Stories with no neat ending.
– Reflections without conclusions.
– Feelings that don’t need fixing.

Sometimes you’ll get coffee thoughts.
Other times, bigger questions wrapped in casual sentences.
And occasionally a post that sounds cheerful but contains three existential crises and one cat.

If that sounds like something you’d sit down for, even just for a few minutes,  welcome.
And if you ever find a piece of yourself between the lines, I hope it feels like company.

This diary is mine, but it’s also for anyone who’s ever stared out a window and thought:
“What was that feeling just now?”

You’re not alone.
– Sophie Quinn