I just feel like writing. I don't know what I want to write about. There's nothing spectacular in my life that needs brought to light, my life is steadily a pretty great place to be. There is nothing in particular that I feel the need to vent about, or cry about, or stage a mild protest about. I guess today I just want to feel important. I want to
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It seems all it took to center you was a child. I'm glad to see/hear/read/whatever it. Even as I remember you, you'd have been a good mother - except for one brief period of time - but everyone has their 'downtimes', eh?
I was reading over previous parts of my life(you know, because sometimes its nice to take a look back and reminisce on both the good and the bad), and your journal came up - so I decided, randomly, to take a look and see what there was to see. I'm glad I did. Congrats on your happiness and your life.
Best wishes from someone who is little more than a stranger now. And, I suspect, will remain thus.
Take care of yourself, and most especially your little one - and I hope your life continues to be as joyous as this journal paints it as having been recently.
If you guess who this is, and if you care, know that things are going well for me too ;)
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