Here Goes

When I was 10, I started keeping a diary. (It must still be around here somewhere.) Today I started thinking about that diary and the several that followed. It used to be so important to me to chronicle my every thought in those tiny books. As I became a teenager, my diary gave way to heartfelt notes I passed to my dearest friends. All my deep dark secrets were shared between classes on folded notebook paper complete with a "pull here" tab. Those were the days!

Now I find myself wishing I had done a better job of journaling through the years. I've known for a while that I should start a blog- not because I have anything inspirational or worthwhile to share with the world, but because I have the feeling that a blog might be the diary that the 30-something year old me is missing. That is, a diary minus the teenage angst and irrational emotional outbursts. Maybe.

Several times over the past few months, I've found myself going through the day looking at life through "blogger's eyes". I've mentally composed blogs about crazy drivers, starting school, mommy meltdowns, and much more. And for whatever reason, today is IT. I'm starting a blog. Watch out.