I might be back…
I haven’t really thought about this space in forever, but now I’m thinking about it again. I might not be back. But I’ve been thinking what a shame it is that holding onto the memories of the last… well, while… it’s up to my memory alone. I had a little read through my archives the other day and couldn’t help but smile. I can remember reading through old hand written journals from high school and feeling mortified at the angst and all the feelings I was feeling. I threw those out long ago; who wants a record of all the times they felt sad or left out or angry?
This journal isn’t like that. There’s value in this space and there’s value in writing for an audience (no matter how small) because it keeps me writing about the good times, instead of writing about things that have upset me. It preserves the memories I want to hold on to.
I’m probably coming back here.
Huzzah!