I really want to keep going with this journal, especially since writing is painful for me right now. But I can’t honestly think of a thing to write. I’m afraid that it is because I’m generally publishing my posts, not making them private. I’m afraid I feel like I’m writing for an audience even though I doubt that anyone reads this regularly. Maybe I’ll try to write tomorrow, posting privately, to see if that will help. I realize my life isn’t terribly exciting right now, but I should surely be able to write about something.
I want to vent about family. I want to explore myself, get to know me. That was, after all, the purpose of starting this blog. I want to get my emotions out into the open. I want to write about all of the things that worry me so that I don’t take them to bed with me. I want to write about my worries for my children, so that I don’t carry them around with me constantly. I want to write.