Dear Diary

So for some reason, Chay decided to look up my blog the other day. So after a couple years of neglecting it, I decided to look at it. Wow! I have forgotten how much I used to love blogging and journaling. I loved what memories I have written and recorded and if I didn't know the author as well as I do, I think we could be best friends and kindred spirits. 😊

I think I went through a confusing journaling time in my life. Ever since I was small my mom pushed the importance of journal writing. I wasn't amazing at journaling, but I consistently wrote even if it wasn't every week. When I was about 26ish I started to blog. I had this blog before smart phones were a thing believe it or not. I continued to blog because I felt it was a great way to journal but then I thought it was weird that my blog was public and even though it was meant for me and my family, I loved writing and knowing dear friends and extended family were reading it. Then I questioned if I should just make it private and count it as my journal. I did have a few people tell me that some of my blog posts had answered some of their prayers. That was a shocker! Sometimes real life situations, vulnerability, sincerity, relying on the Lord, and faithfulness and the lack thereof sometimes- needs to be shared so others can read it and maybe somehow muster up the strength to keep going. But anyway now personal blogs are almost obsolete I believe- well people just aren't reading them anymore because of social media- facebook, instagram. Instagram has been my default attempt of journaling for the past several years which I love and hate at the same time for various reasons. Journaling with pictures is so so so fun to look at but I rarely dive deep into my feelings with such small captions on Instagram. I also have a real journal that I write in from time to time. So dear children and future generations- you might have to look at several venues of journaling to capture the whole picture of my life- and even then, I regret not doing a better job at recording this life of mine.