Within the last few weeks I mentioned to someone that I have been journaling for close to 15 years. I have countless journals overflowing with my rambling thoughts, stories of my life pictures, poems, music, and messages. She encouraged me to continue to do it, because my journals will be a legacy of my life for my children to look look back on one day.
Umm..? Do I want them to read through my life? I am not so sure, but I trust that while I am chilling out in heaven and they are unfolding my memories, it will not matter too much to me. I have always wanted to blog, but leaving my memories in a handwritten journal is intimidating enough! Where does this blog go when I press 'post blog'? Who will read it? Who will not read it? What will they think of me? Is it eternally and indefinitely laid into cyberspace? I don't have the answers to these questions.
What I do know is that I find it impossible at the end everyday to be less than entirely worn out if I try to be anyone other than me. Good or bad. So there you have it. Initiation into my blog. Wonderland Rhapsodies.
I could not think of any better two words to describe how I see my life.