Two years ago on this date, I was 11 days into my very first SOLSC. Now into my 3rd challenge, I caught myself wondering what I had sliced about on the 11th day the first time around. That poem, Sounds of Tournament Time, really was a little peek into my early March life--I was watching a basketball game and wanted to capture the feeling of the game through the sounds of it. It's not the only March slice I've written that involves the tournament. There was one last year too.
I started wondering what my other slices are revealing about my life. As a potential spy/undercover FBI agent (see this one--but don't tell anyone!), I have to think about things like this. Are my slices too revealing? After all, there are fall slices about the first day of school and college football game day. There is at least one about how much I love to watch it snow. There are summer slices that capture the summer talk of Oldest, Middle, and Youngest and describe the pleasures of night swims.
I know I'm not alone in rereading certain books or series at different times of year or in different stages of life...but really. Leaving a written record of my life patterns? What am I thinking? After all, even my mother, called to check on me after finding out via slice from the sofa that I was sick. I didn't even know she knew what a blog was.
As someone who aspires to join the covert ranks of those who make intrigue and secrets their way of life, I definitely should know better.