So, I started a blog. There are probably several contributing factors:
1. I was reading a really inspiring blog written by the mother of a downs syndrome child, and her passion and amazing writing inspired me.
2. I've always wanted to be a better journaler, but I always get bored with it, or lazy.
3. Every once in a while, I get this urge to write what I feel...not for anyone to read, just to get my thoughts out of my jumbled head and into some semblance of order. I love being able to come back weeks, months, even years later, and read what I was feeling at the time (usually, my older, wiser self laughs at the silliness of my emotions...Of course I wasn't in love with him! No, it wasn't a good idea to go out that night...those sorts of things)
Now, secretly, I'm embarassed that I'm even doing this, although I'm not sure why. Partially because I feel it's so cliched to write a blog. Partially because I don't think I have anything particularly interesting to say. And partially because I feel it's incredible self indulgent and ridiculous to write about oneself as if anyone (besides my mother) would care what is going on in my life. That's why I will post anonymously, without my name or any personal information about myself. Because really, what girl wants someone else to read her diary??
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