I had a journal once. I had some when I was really young but that's nothing too exciting, but when I was an adult I decided to start writing in one, during a very rough time in my life. Aaron and I were divorcing, we were separated and I was having a hard time. I would write about all the emotions I was going through, the bad choices I was making, it was a place I felt safe venting, and I felt comfortable to be able to just open up and share those deep feelings. I did it for months, and it was a great way of coping.

Until, someone decided to read my journal and use it against me. It was really hard for me, I held things in after that and I didn't ever write in one again. I struggled with this for along time but eventually I forgave and moved on.

Now, this is my journal. I am still pretty tamed. I still hold back some, and I still reserve some of my emotions for myself. I have been burned far too many times, and that is just too painful, but I also know that with age has come wisdom, listen to me all noble, ha that's funny. However though, it is true I have learned that even the things I do share or the things I feel is a bit much, honestly I don't care. I would never hurt someone on purpose, or throw someone under the bus, but I also know that I am honest in my posts.

I have something more to write about too. I have kids now, I have great things that fill my time, energy, and my life. Its a new found freedom to share things with all of you, and just to be able to document my life, and theirs.