When I was in my early twenty's, I would journal stuff in notebooks all the time. Some of those notebooks I still have, while some I've gotten rid of on purpose. When I got into my late twenty's and early thirty's, I started blogging to express feelings instead, because typing was so much easier than writing. I could get more out faster and people actually read it and gave feedback. Sometimes I left myself vulnerable to criticism, and that was hard. However, over the last ten years or so, I've stopped blogging and veered back toward journaling in a notebook again. I think the idea of keeping my thoughts and feelings to myself just sounded glamorous again. I didn't have to worry about how people reacted to what I said, or if anyone was even reading it at all. I just had peace knowing my ramblings were my own. And that seemed like enough.
Today, my red notebook sits on my nightstand where I still journal every night. I talk about my day, my son, my husband, my cats, my family, and everything else under the moon, including the moon. And that's just the way I like it.
I do not want to take anything away from this site, because I actually do find it kind of cathartic to type on here. For so long it was a community, but that community has gone, and all that is left, are my words.
Until next time...
