There is a blank journal sitting on my bookshelf, and it is beautiful. It was a gift from one of my closest and dearest friends, but she has forbidden me to use it as a journal. I confessed to her one time that I tend to narrate my life in my head ("she typed haltingly, unsure how to proceed.") I also told her that journaling exacerbates this narcissistic tendency, and I feared it was an unhealthy addiction. So when she gave me that beautiful blank book, she made me promise I wouldn't use it as a journal. Thus it sits: an unfilled pocket of introspective potential.
However, she said nothing about blogging.
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I'm THRILLED that you're blogging and that I can "connect" to the thoughts of my dear KS in a distant but more frequent way... and for the record blogging doesn't have to be anything like journaling :) or it can be, and either way is just great!
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