For those of us who kept them, wrote in them
When we were young
And decades later.
Written words formed from shyness, sadness, awkwardness
Introverted, quiet, expressive, artistic.
Conveying thoughts, revelations, anger
Love, sadness, ideas, creativity, happiness.
Misunderstood, unrequited, forlorn
Release, emotions, low and high.
Diary or Journal
Hidden away
Hoping no one ever found them.
Happy Valentine's Day (for those who recognize the day, and those who simply write about it). 🩷
Our Christmas decorations are put away for the year, we've eaten our share of New Year's Day black-eyed-peas for luck, and we're now in search of our "healthy new us" era. While it does seem like just another resolution or two that one will eventually break (as usual), I have sincere intentions of following through with all of my goals. They are for myself and no one else. The fact that I am a list maker and always have been should at least help, although as I've aged it seems I have strayed from the "writing it down and checking it off" bit. I need to reestablish that part...another goal.
As for this blog...it has seen fourteen new years and fifteen months of January. It will be a mystery as to how much longer I continue with it, and someday it will simply end as most things do. No fanfare or build up.
Thank you to all who continue reading what I have to write. It is so very appreciated. I hope 2026 is a healthy, happy, safe and prosperous year for all.
Cheers, or as the Grand would say as she raises her cup (of milk!), "Clink" as we all hold up our glasses (of our drinks of choice) and make a toast. 🎉
I know this small post won't gain much attention in the big picture of things since the world's eyes and ears are on Taylor Swift...
