Once a writer...

always a writer...

When I was younger, I used to keep a journal.  It started in 8th grade and continued through my 3rd year of college. Like most young girls, it held all my most private thoughts and feelings, some of which I can't help but smile and laugh at.  When I moved a few months ago, I shredded that part of my life away, never to be discovered by anyone.  I'm glad I did, even though a little part of me is wistful that my written record of that period in my life is now gone.

It's funny how technology changes things. I can't really imagine keeping a journal anymore.  While I still like to write, I prefer to not do it by hand.  Instead, I've become one with my laptop, and that's how my blogs came to be.  While they aren't nearly as personal or revealing as my journals used to be, I enjoy being able to have a place to clear my head and share all my triumphs and trials. The best part of it all is that I have no intention of deleting them forever, so I will always have a record to keep, inasmuch the internet continues to exist.

I'm grateful to have Trail as my sounding board, especially when I feel like I need to talk, but feel like I have nobody to talk to.  True, it may be almost like talking to myself, but that's okay.  What's most important is that I've come to appreciate and embrace the process of my own self-discovery.  And that is something that I can't ever imagine laughing at or taking for granted.