le point

i declare this spot to be my new and insightful journal. i'm not sure if i can declare something like this, but ya know, virtually no one knows about this spot but myself....so i can say i'm pretty safe.

if you find this and wonder "why in the heck is this lady writing everything on her mind even if no one really cares?" i can reply with "well i didn't expect you to find it" to be honest, i just wanted a more organized outlet to write about my life than my scribbles in a notebook. although scribbles in a notebook are amazing and can, in my opinion, pinpoint the exact moment in my life when i was writing a specific entry...what had happened and what was going through my head as i was hectically trying to write every word physically out on the page.

i have about 10 full notebooks that have pile up under the mattress at my home in iowa. hundreds of scribbles and "woe is me" entries spilling my guts about my latest development of feelings (usually about the dozens of boys i seemed to fall in love with throughout my teenage years).

i stray from my point. this place is for my ramblements. my experiences. my stories. even if they all seem insignificant, it's all for my memory. i feel like i let things pass me by. and even though i don't want to spend the rest of my life writing in a box about my life and letting that consume my life, i believe i can take a few minutes here and there to reflect about whatever is going on. all of this is essentially being done with hopes of self-development and in the end, a whole lot of self-improvements.