Okay, so it's been a while since I last posted. It was all too much, but I finally feel ready to write again. It's been an eventful month with the kids: Amelia walks, Truman is starting, we've all been sick, we had a great Christmas . . .
I was over committed on my Christmas projects, so something had to go. I'd apologize to my readers if I had any left, but I guess I really owe my apology to my kids since this is the closest I will ever come to a journal. Oddly, I think I discovered tonight why I don't keep a journal and have never felt compelled to keep one.
When I think about keeping a journal or a diary, I think of it as a place to record thoughts that I might not share with others. On our way home from a short night out tonight, James and I were talking about some of the conversations we had with other people and a thought occurred to me - I'm an open book. There's not much I won't tell people (if they want to know) about myself - even people I've just met. I never really gave it much thought until my brother made a comment once about my blog and the idea of revealing personal stories and thoughts for anyone to see. The idea of sharing his personal thoughts and life events with just anyone was a strange idea to him.
I guess the way I see it is that I've got nothing to hide. Read if you care. Don't read if you don't care or if you're bored. We're all human and experience many of the same things to some degree. Why would I keep everything to myself when it's so much more fun to share those experiences with others when I can? Why keep a diary when I can share my thoughts with others?
Happy New Year!