I created a loose goal as "31 Days October" neared. My goal became writing. Period.
I don't remember why I decided recently to look at the blog again, but I did. I rediscovered what I once knew more readily - that countless meaningful memories are documented here. Yet literally for years, the blog lay dormant. I decided to "try" to write for 31 days in October. I'm not writing for critics - good gracious they are plentiful, probably well-intentioned(?), and, while free to their opinions, best kept out of mind. I am writing for myself mostly and maybe for my children a little, as well.
When I opened the blog recently, I recounted a story to Mr. T who happened to be close. I asked him about his skyscraper gingerbread house, whether he remembered it. The next time I opened the computer he uses, I found the blog opened on his home page.
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I remembered that it matters. It matters to me and to my children to journal, to document, to ponder in a space. I don't believe it needs to be a public space - perhaps it would be best, in fact, if it weren't. But this blog does allow my children easy access into their mother's thoughts today and years from now, plus the venue is open and available and fun, actually. Plus, I always felt connected to others from the blog.
I loosely created a goal to write for 31 days to see how it went. I am already 7 days behind. I guess Yoda was right. "There is no try. There is only do or do not."
And so I do.
