We begin again.

 

They say that “journaling” is a healthy thing to do. I used to journal almost every night for many many years, going back to when I was in junior high, possibly before. I had so many journals! When I was in my 20s I got rid of them thinking I didn’t need to keep all that history lying around as I was entering a new phase in my life. Well that was dumb, and now later in life I do wish I could look back to when I was younger and remember things that I’ve forgotten. Oh well, such is life, as they say. We move on and start over. 

This time without a pen, because I can’t write as beautifully as I used to, and my hands are now more accustomed to a keyboard than a pen anyway. It’s sad because I really love the feel of the page and the pen, but when the hand shakes it just makes it frustrating. So anyway, I thought I would try this again and see what comes. Random thoughts, random reflections on the past, current events, and who knows what else. 

For what it’s worth – I thought I might start writing some of it down for whoever might care to listen. Before I forget all of it entirely.