Some Things Never Change

After eleven months, sometimes I still walk out the door and step onto the street to realize again that I can't believe I live here.

When I was about 17, someone talked to me about the benefits of keeping a journal. Right away, I knew I should start one. Following through, however... Never happened.

The idea of journaling came up again several times over the years. I made a few attempts to keep a journal but ended up being unable to sustain it as a habit. Now, when I read the sporadic journal entries I did record, I am reminded that it's true what they say about the good things journaling adds to a person's life.

These days, this blog is a journal for me, and I am glad to have it.