journey of the journal

I thought that I would share a little of my journal today. I started it five years ago this July. I attended a week long camp for young adults with chronic or fatal illness in July 2005. I met the most amazing people from across the country that week. We were given this journal by the leader of our art therapy sessions. The night before we all went home, we passed around our journals and had everyone signed them. Lots of times when I am feeling down, I open up my journal and the first 5 pages greet me with beautiful, encouraging messages. I usually cry when I read them.

I have always wanted to keep a diary but of course I failed with each attempt. I didn't set any high standards with this journal; in fact, I didn't set any at all. I just wrote things or pasted photos when I felt like it. I enjoyed making the collage on the front. It is very 'me'.

I even included a 'get well' card to myself! ha! I just really liked the card.

It took me two years but I did finally fill it up. I can't bear to read it though. I get embarrassed when I read things that I wrote. I sort of feel that way about my blog. That is why there are probably always mistakes in my post because I can't bare to go back and try and proof my words. When I do that, I end up deleting the entire post because I feel silly.

Do any of you ever feel that way about the things you write?

Anyway, I hope you all are having a great week so far.

Are you enjoying the Olympics? I am watching the Ladies Figure Skating right now. I fell asleep during most of the Ice Dance competitions and the Pairs competition as well. I am determined to see the ladies...or at least some of them!