Journaling is a wonderful way to get to know someone. Someone new; someone you thought you knew; someone you just met; the old pal you thought you knew, the pals yet to meet. When I was little it was cool to have a Diary. Every girl I knew had one and guarded it like it was gold. I never knew what to write in one. So I never did. Oh, I might write, "Hi Diary, how are you?" Or, "Went to town today". For some reason I do not yet know, I could never continue much beyond that. As I sit here thinking about it, I expect it was that old fear of not writing perfectly....and as that young girl I thought I had to measure up and be perfect, even when people would tell me otherwise. Isn't it strange that we put such pressure on ourselves even when others do not? I am now trying to spend the rest of my Life not doing that... I write, at last, for the very process of writing. I write to investigate the unknown. I write because for some reason now, it is important beyond measure to do so, for it feels like i MUST write. The people mentioned above can be others, but you know what? I think they are all Me. I want to get to know more about me and what makes me tick. What kept me from ticking. What will help me tick loudly from now on. I have been ending my handwritten journal passages with the saying... Goodnight Moon, because that calms me for sleep and ends my journaling and my Day on a positive note, and don't we need more of those now days? For my endings in this journal, I think I will just say.... "Bling" for that can cover a multitude of things. Everyone have a "Bling" night. Katie