oddly, i registered here to create a private journal so that i could try to figure out how i am sabotaging myself. some areas of my life are just not working, and i know for certain that they are not working because of something that i am doing unconsciously …
the odd thing is that after i registered, i didn’t start writing – i started reading the public journals of other members. absolutely fascinating. slices of people’s lives. people who are strangers to me, younger than me, older than me, wiser, sillier, happier, duller, smarter: different than me. and yet each offer me a glimpse into their thoughts, their feelings, their reality.
how different we are. how similar we are. how vulnerable we are as we stumble through life doing the best we can with what we have. how beautiful our dance – even when it’s painful.
i have changed my mind. i will create a public journal because as i have seen myself in others, perhaps others will also see themselves in me.
but i am tired now, so good night, journal,