Concerning Writing
While sitting in the car waiting for my Husband to come out of what must have been the seventh hardware store of that particular shopping trip, I picked up my phone, and started reading a few of my last blog posts. Having not visited since January, (and not being at all troubled by that), I was quite detached from what I had written. Much to my surprise, I quite enjoyed what was there. This surprised me because whenever I reread the drivel in my journal, I hate myself. I usually burn it and pretend it never happened. Not to say that I feel it is very good writing, but most of what I write here is positive. Happy memories or recent experiences are what have inspired my blog entries thus far. There is nothing dishonest about what I've allowed to filter through onto the web, but there certainly is plenty left out. Just because I haven't written anything here in the past 6 months doesn't mean...