Sorry, folks (if there are enough of you out there that I can use that word liberally), I kinda disappeared. I've been busy (excuses, excuses), but I've also put a lot of value in my quest to maintain the written word. I am a huge, huge journal keeper. I used to have those cheesy journals in middle schools, with the key, where I would talk about how much I crushed on boy X and how I wish boy Y would notice me. In my college and adult years, they've morphed into something more. They're genuinely time capsules, moments in time where you can look back and see exactly how you felt about something; see the emotion in the way you were writing, the quotes you listed, the song you were listening to.
When I first moved to Milwaukee in the fall of 2003, I bought a large, red bound journal. I thought at the time that I would just write and write and fill it. It's massive. I wrote for awhile, got bored and life happened and I found myself logging short updates on life (baby, marriage, etc) and not really exploring the human emotion that journaling sometimes helps emote. So, in a quest to get back into the swing of things, I purchased a three pack of black Moleskine journals and titled each of them (The Journey, Home and Time) In case I was struggling on a particular day or in a week to write an update, I could reflect on my thoughts on the subject at the time. It's been working brilliantly, I've maintained my inspired writing and I feel like I could title a thousand journals and still keep writing.
So, as much as I love to blog and as fast as it to type away, I don't want to disembark from my original journey to capture the little snapshots of life through a pen and paper.....but don't fret, I will remain on here with my musings. You just don't get to read my journals...
