Why I Never Kept a Journal
You would think that with all of the medical adventures and misadventures in my life and with all of the countless hours spent in hospitals, waiting rooms and dialysis centers, and with all of the drama that ensued following my diagnosis and daily existence, I would have had the wherewithal to keep a journal. Well, I did not. I did not keep one for the same reason I hesitated to start a blog. I am no good at keeping up with things. In fact, sometimes I completely forget I have a blog. I forget that I haven’t written a thing in days. And it is only when I see it again that I realize how long it has been. Crazy me! Part of the reason for me starting a blog was to give myself the time and space to exercise my writing skills. It was meant to be a place where I could freely express my thoughts and feelings about me and about the world around me. From this I learned that my love for writing remains as powerful as ever. From it I learned that I could still recapture the ease and flow of th...