The journey of a thousand miles blah blah blah...
I hate those over-used quotations so much; but more than that I hate that most of the time they are spot-on for describing the emotion you want to convey. That being said, let's try out a new one: A life in progress is a life worth living. Mreh. Time will tell if that one catches on.
Anywho, it's day 8,764 of my life and I am now deciding that it is a good time to keep a track of it. I've not been a diary-keeper, nor a journal-er so this is my first attempt at tracking my life with the written word. Most do it because they just like to write and since they know a lot about themselves it works as a go-to topic, others argue it's cathartic and necessary to mental health, and some simply like talking about themselves to whomever will listen. I suppose I would categorize myself as a small chunk of the first two. I actually don't care too much for people's attention but as we are moving closer and closer to a paperless world (hooray for the rain forests) I find that online diaries are where it's at and if that means that the general public gets to read my diary, so be it then...plus, I can type like a zillion times faster than I can write.
So there you have it, that's why I'm here on blogger - to empty my brain of thoughts and realizations, questions and wonderments, worries and hopes, likes and dislikes. If you care, great; if not, fine. Let the games begin. This is my non-magical pensieve.
