Because I have this need to document my heart. My mind. Sometimes I just have these mental images that just won't leave me alone. I am doing this for me. Not my husband. Not my kids. Not you. I'm doing it for me. It's therapeutic to get it out and onto... well it's not paper. It COULD be. This is funner (I like using that word... and yes, it is a word). It's not private. Some things are better left unsaid, however, and I will not be posting about things I don't like to discuss.
So, if you happen to stumble upon; feel free. Read. Or don't. You won't be hurting my feelings.
Maybe I'm here to talk about my quest to find the perfect string of 3mm freshwater pearls? The perfect walking shoe? Or maybe just a good steak.
We'll see how it goes.
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