* I started this post a few weeks ago- but never finished it. I re-read it tonight after posting about why I had not blogged in a while. And I have a question for all of you that read this blog- how do you manage your time, blogging, checking email, internet surfing? How do you carve time out, to do what you want to do, and still get the stuff done that you need to do?
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written on October 9-2007
I read this on Hillary's blog- and I agree so much-
"You will have significant experiences. I hope that you will write them down and keep a record of them, that you will read them from time to time and refresh your memory of those meaningful and significant things. Some may be funny. Some may be significant only to you. Some of them may be sacred and quietly beautiful. Some may build one upon another until they represent a lifetime of special experience." Gordon B. Hinckley, 2006
"To you women of today, who are old or young, may I suggest to you that you write, that you keep journals, that you express your thoughts on paper. Writing is a great discipline. It is a tremendous education effort. It will assist you in various ways, and you will bless the lives of many--now and in the years to come, as you put on paper some of your experiences and some of your musings." --President Gordon B. Hinckley
When I first started to blog- it seemed so sporadic- I didn't think that I had anything to write about, and why should I spend time typing something and have it on the internet? AND who would read it anyway? And would I really want anyone to read it?
I kind of decided that I did not care if anyone read it. And I don't really think that many do. I started to feel this last month that the more I wrote, the more I wanted to write. So did this become a habit? I have felt that the more I write, I am learning about myself. Writing in a published form is a little different than a "journal"- for me. I tend to craft the writing differently. And while I share my feelings, it is a little different. While I am writing, I am able to sort out thoughts. There are some stories that never have, and never will make it into a journal, but for some reason will make it to this blog. Its an interesting thing. Like when my Grandfather died. I do not think that I would have sat down and written that, with photos in a journal. But this blog was accessible, at that moment. I was able to jot it down. Now I am able to go back and re read exactly what I felt right then.
I am also able to re read what are, sometimes, not so significant moments.
But lots of those moments, put together, are what create my life.