Another try with a pen

I used to be a big journaler .  I have a shelf full of written pages, full of angst, drama, hopes, dreams, puppy love and unrequited love. Sometime around my mid twenties, when I started working full time maybe, it all but stopped. I think it might be time to go back to them. The online blog is great for certain thing, but, maybe it's time for a private one too. One that will last when web blogs go defunct. Besides, it cathartic to just let the words out knowing that they may never be seen by anyone else.