It's Journal Time...

I was thinking about giving up on blogging because I don't know if anyone reads it anyway and I don't know if it's worth simply talking to myself, but then I remembered that I rather like talking to myself, in fact I do it all of the time. At the grocery store, for example, you might find me having a nice discussion with myself about what kind of bread to buy, openly objecting to the fact that most companies put high fructose corn syrup in their "healthy" whole grain breads. Also I mainly blog to journal what's going on in my life and since a journal is normally kept for the sake of the person writing it and their posterity, then I guess all is well and I can happily keep talking to myself. I know I have friends and family reading who can't post comments because they don't have accounts so let me say--Welcome. I'm glad you're here--now get an account or better yet a blog of your own. I would love to look at it. It's not hard. Of course I had Holly to help me get started. The funny thing is, when she set up my blog in October I didn't even know if I would ever do anything with it and it wasn't until December that I finally posted something. And now I'm posting all of the time. It's crazy how addicting this journaling business can become.
I started this post earlier today (it is now after 11) because I was feeling very depressed and thought writing might help. Yes I'm still having a hard time adjusting to my new home, but more than that I've been very weepy since I read my letters to my dad. They were a painful reminder of how much I used to confide in him and the void that is in my life now that he is gone. I'm not normally a crier. Well let's clarify that, I cry at all things spiritual and I cry for the pains and triumphs of others, but I rarely cry for myself especially in a "poor me" manner. So it's been hard for me today. But when Rick got home he took the kids upstairs and let me spend some alone time in my room and that helped me so much. I feel like there's enough oxygen in the world again. I know that eventually I will see this move as a good thing. I've been comfortable for a very long time and this opportunity will help me stretch and grow.