Here goes nothing…

Well, here we go… I’ve tried the journal thing over and over again.  I’ve tried writing the good old fashioned way… that works for a while but God I can’t even make out my own hand writing.  I tried typing it out… but that never really seemed to work out either.  Then I just let the journal go… But that doesn’t do me or anyone any good.

So I’ll give this a try.  I’ll journal here.

I’m worried that people may read what I have to say, but, that could be a good thing.  Maybe that would force me to take a really honest look at myself.  Maybe if someone was reading I would feel that someone is listening to me.  Someone is taking in what I have to say, what I feel, what I don’t understand.  Maybe besides helping me it can help someone else… maybe.

Or, maybe I can end up being stalked by some psycho who enjoys smearing peanut butter all over himself while he laughs devilshly at my journal.

God… Where is that privacy button again.

I always like to write.  I did.  Not to brag but I was good at it.  Maybe it was that artisitic outlet I’m always wishing I had.  I used to use it… Geesh no I only get to showcase my mediocare writing skills when I send someone a brithday card.  Great.  Way to use the gifts given to you.

And maybe I should use my writing for me.  Not for birthday cards, not for articles, but for me.

Sounds like a plan…

So write I will, and I’ll do it for me.  And starting right now, here I am.

And how am I?  I’m tired… really tired.  Can’t seem to sleep well at night.  Can’t blame my son for all of it.  A lot of it is becasue of me.

Funny what surfaces when you sleep!

I actually don’t want to tackle it right now.  God I need to save something for tomorrow don’t I?  Plus I’m tired.

Maybe I’m chickening out a little too.  Baby steps along the way.

Plus I need to change my profile name… Realized I used the name EVERYONE knows.  Way smart.