You may have noticed I skipped Tuesday’s post. Well that is because something took place Tuesday mid-morning that struck a chord with me and I wanted to address it here on my site. That is why this week I’ve decided to share an entry from my own personal Diary. One that I wrote just last night when I was thinking about the conversation, and one that I believe many of you will relate to. Normally no, I do not open up Dear Diary to anyone other than myself but with the way my letter turned out last night, I don’t think there’s any other way I could approach the subject better.
Here it goes:
I hope that wasn’t too long of an entry, as I often try not to carry on here like that, but sometimes you just need to get things off your chest – let ‘em out – and break a box or two. My Dear Diary is used to my rants, raves, dreams, despairs and all of the above. In less than the past two years I’ve filled up nearly two Diaries with a 3rd waiting with patient and loving blank pages. I’ve found that having Deary Diary in your corner is one of the most powerful weapons a gal can have. And let’s be honest, who doesn’t need one of those every now and then.
