This is a test, this is only a test...

For a long time I have been put off by anything resembling a journal. When I was a kid I was attracted to the idea of keeping a diary, it seemed something that all little girls did and so I should too. I loved picking out a journal at yearly school book fairs (do they still have those?), dreaming about laying under a tree pouring my heart and soul into it. But whenever I would sit down to write in it I would be at a loss. I would become overwhelmed at the idea of my thoughts being frozen in time, sitting and waiting for prying eyes to see. So instead I ended up with a plethra of barely written in diaries, and where I would write was a sort of warped view of my life...what I thought people should read about. The task became so daunting that I just ditched the whole concept entirely.

So, having said that my goal with this blog is first not to fall into my old childhood ways. Secondly, I do not want this to become a mundane rambling account of daily activities, but more of a chosen collection of my thoughts about life and experiences. I feel like I missed the boat as a kid, so now as an adult I am going to give it a try. Ready or not, here I come.