And it begins...

I had the pleasure of meeting a very interesting man in the fall/winter of 2010. Although I had only just met him, we talked for a long time. During the course of our conversation he said he had been keeping a journal for many years. My only experience with keeping a journal was in high school. A requirement by my English teacher. I don't remember much about my first journal I only remember a close friend’s heartache as she over-shared about her crush on one of our teachers and the pain this caused when the information hit the hallways of GHS. (Lesson to be learned about over-sharing)

I consulted my dear cousin whose blog I have followed since she started. She offered encouragement to forge ahead. Although I work in the publishing field, I am not a professional writer. Please don’t judge my writing or spelling. I invite comments, advice, or different points of view if you’re willing to share.

And it Begins… I call this therapy because my hope is that by expressing in words my concerns or my sometimes blinding fury with co-workers, family or just about anyone, that I find peace and understanding. It’s kind of like a write it and let it go philosophy.