years ago, a diary was private. a diary held private thoughts recorded over time by a person intending to put thoughts into written words. a diary was not intended to be read by others. a diary encapsulated the secret, pensive feelings of the author. yet, in time, many diaries have found the path to publication. i suppose that is all a blog is really, a published diary. a freely published diary.
i have kept a journal for years. stacks of oddly shaped notebooks scatter my closets. i find writing to be therapeutic and refreshing. i enjoy re-reading previous entries, often rejoicing in how much that girl has grown up. as the stacks begin to grow taller, i begin to wonder how many more stacks i can store before this hobby becomes a condition otherwise known as "hording."
therefore, i have made the decision to leave the journals where they lay and start anew with this blog. in many ways, this blog could be the end of my wonderment. by storing my journals on the void we call the Internet, i may continue my therapeutic ramble without the constipated mess in my limited closet space. and maybe, just maybe, someone out there will find joy in re-reading entries with me a time or two. perhaps...perhaps, not. it does not matter, i have started a new journal. a new journal mostly for me, but also for you, dear void, also for you.
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