Getting Older

This year in September I will be 23. To some of you reading this, I'm sure you are saying, "I WISH I was 23 again!" But for me, 23 is exciting, fresh and new. I find it very interesting how much more comfortable I am in my own skin. How clearly my passions have become to me.

I never thought I would meet a person that understood me, loved me and cared about me as much Brawn does. I have so much appreciation for him it's surreal.

I also never thought I would be so at peace with my family, friends, self and life in general.

Why I Write

I have always journaled for as long as I can remember. There was a period of time when I stopped journaling out of free that my mother would read my writings. It was a time in my life where I felt that my personal thoughts were just that, personal & nothing I wanted to share with anyone else. My mother had a history of intruding on my privacy. The main reason this bothered me was because for as long as I can remember she had always said, "I will never go through your things or invade your privacy unless you give me a reason to." I was a really good kid growing up never got into any trouble unless I made a "C" on my report card and she still went through me things. Read my journals. Gave me a fear of writing for quite sometime. Until I moved out of the house at least.
I have stacks upon stacks of journals. The only real reason I can ever remember writing is so that my kids will have a better understanding of who I am and where I have been in life as they get older and see me as their mom, no as a person. I want them to be able to read my writings and relate to me in the sense that, I too was once their age and am capable of understanding how they feel about things. I use it as a way to relate to my future.

Good Article

http://www.boston.com/news/local/articles_of_faith/2009/05/dalai_lama_smar.html?p1=Well_MostPop_Emailed6