4.17.2012

for some reason, the rainy weather this morning reminded me of romania. i started thinking about how happy i was (despite lots of challenges), how close to the spirit i felt, and how much personal growth occurred while i was there.

i decided a big reason why all of that happened was because of my journal writing. i had been a fairly decent journal writer before i left, but while i was in iasi, we were required to write everyday. it became a little refuge for myself. a spot for individuality in a place where i shared a bed with two other people. privacy and personal time were hard to come by, but writing in my journal i had lots of room to let my mind expand. i would write about everything and anything.

i think that i need to do this again.

just sit down and record my thoughts. not just the dramatic things. not completely 100% about calvin (but lets be honest - he is my life right now so i might write lots about him). definitely the spiritual things. things i am learning about myself and the world around me. my life.

i treasure my journals and love to go back and read them. they make me laugh, cry, and remember lots. i feel like my journals are my legacy. physical proof that i am a living breathing person - one who makes mistakes and learns from them. one who has good days and bad.

i miss writing. i miss thinking. ha. thinking about more than c's schedule, dinner recipes, or decorations. i miss pondering about life... questioning my opinions... defining my values... solidifying my testimony.... i miss thinking.

because my pen and paper journal has not been successful and instead of creating another blog (it would be my 13th), i am just going to free write on here.

so to my 88 followers, welcome to my journal.