When I younger, certainly through my teenage years and early twenties (as if I am now classed as my late twenties) I kept a diary. I wrote in it every day, religiously. It had my deepest, darkest thoughts inside it. Every happy memory, worry and low moment I had, written down. For many years it was my escape and the only way I could manage to get through the external things that went on that were out of my control. Then I met my husband and the writing stopped. He said it was because we were content, happy and I agreed. I was proud that I didn't need to pour myself into my writing anymore and for a long time I haven't written.
But I have missed it.
I didn't always write because I needed to escape sometimes I wrote to recount a happy day, to ramble or simply for myself and over the last year or so I have come to really miss it. This blog came about mainly to document the lives of our two beautiful children but I have decided to use it as my outlet too. Both for the happy times and the not so happy. A blog is basically an online journal and so why not use it as one?
So from time to time, when I feel inspired to do so I will write a Dear Diary post. It will be for me. Perhaps others might read it and of course I would love for that to happen. Every connection I have made with a reader of my little slice of the net has been a positive one and it would be great if people felt they could connect with me through these posts too.
There will be no agenda or strict list of subjects for this part of my blog. I may ramble more than usual and for that I apologise. But man, it feels good just to write... I feels like I have rediscovered a small part of me that I had lost to my past. It is ok to write, it is good to write especially when I have some many wonderful people in my life to write about now and so many exciting adventures that we are about to embark upon!
Anyway, there we have it. Dear Diary entry number one. :)