And how quickly this was abandoned, before it even had a chance to begin.
Keeping a journal used to be such an intrinsic part of my life. What happened? I used to write much more when I was depressed, it’s true. I have good things to write about now, and part of me always wishes that I would make time for it again.
In truth, I stay on the internet a lot less than ever. Between books, both physical and digital (I joined the techy book-geeks and bought a Kindle, mostly to read items that are out of copyright) and Wes in my life full-time, I suppose I don’t feel the need to update everyone with what I do and about what I think. I should, though; I should feel the need and care to update people I consider friends. You, perhaps, no longer see me as one, as I just can’t keep up anymore.
At any rate, I should really begin to journal once more, if only for myself. When I was younger, I used to hope that I could keep all of my entries together and have something to give my children when they were old enough.
Shouldn’t that still be my goal?
You can definitely still write privately. That’s a good idea about keeping what you write to give to your future kids.
I still consider you a friend. I still write online, just rarely on lj now. Anyway, we can still talk on the phone if you’re okay with that.
Hope things are going well for you.
*hugs*