yes please.

I want to go here:

That is all.

deja' vu.

I used to keep a diary when I was a kid.  

And, I hate to say it, but that poor little red diary covered in little white flowers was what the diary community might call "a victim of neglect."

The poor little guy became accustomed to a few entries scribbled down for a week, getting crammed into my nightstand and not seeing the light of day until a couple of months later, when the cycle would begin again.  

I mean, don't get me wrong.  I don't neglect everything.  Take my pup Ellie.  She is the most spoiled little honey bunches of oats on the planet.  Just ask her little fat belly filled with treats whether or not it feels overlooked.  And my clothes.  Yes, my clothes.   I will just come out and say it,  I am addicted to doing laundry. I frequent the apartment washer and dryer like it's going out of style.  And I'm pretty sure my neighbors love me for it. 

But keeping up with things like a diary was never my strong point.  And I remember, on those occasional days I so happened to clean my room (with much prodding from my wonderful, patient mother), I would find that sweet floral diary filled with daily ramblings and my heart would go out to it.  I would open it up, look at the last entry date, and feel a tugging sense of despair.  Almost every opening line read, "Dear Diary, So sorry I haven't written in so long!" Followed with some excuse about how my pre- adolescent life was just so busy.

(Oh, if only Michael J. Fox and his DeLorean could have given me a glimpse into what college was going to be like...)

Then, many many years after receiving that darling diary, I started blogging. And guess what.... 

"Dear Blog, 

So sorry I haven't written in so long!"

But this time, I don't really have an excuse.

All I can say is that now, when I open that precious little diary, I am so grateful for the entries I did write.  Yes, I wish I would have written more, but that doesn't matter now.  What matters is the emotions that pour out when I begin to read each penned line.  The laughter, the memories, the tears.  

And that's exactly how I feel about my blog.  It's just fun to go back, after a bit of life has gone by, and read my daily musings.  In the end, what really matters, is that it is an outlet I can go to whenever I am needing to just jot down my thoughts.  And for that, I am thankful.