tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-734772638046514084.post1764330892695820491..comments2023-06-03T08:18:14.396-05:00Comments on life on bondstone.: so you wanna be a writer, eh?cocohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00232582035783953516noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-734772638046514084.post-88749829042240173812010-09-21T15:04:55.961-05:002010-09-21T15:04:55.961-05:00you could blog, my friend. you would be fantastic...you could blog, my friend. you would be fantastic.cocohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00232582035783953516noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-734772638046514084.post-26645434647274207112010-09-21T01:09:52.758-05:002010-09-21T01:09:52.758-05:00Man, I hear ya about the journaling. With moving,...Man, I hear ya about the journaling. With moving, I've gone through so much...STUFF...and deciding what to toss, what to keep. But journals. Not only do I treasure them, but I can't look at them without opening (knowing that I shouldn't) and losing hours of my time.... It's so hard to get past the sheer stupidity and shallow musings of the 15 year old you...but in fighting through it, I've found the one or two lines within every 15 or so pages that make me want to journal again. Buried within musings about that one certain HS boyfriend and how i was "sooo in love" i found a note to my 16 year old self to "write a card to Emily Wilson: Love/Friendship/Support/Birthday" Why support? I don't know, but at the time it was important and it's good to know that 16 year old Sarah saw that in the midst of her shallow-ness :) And I wrote about when my Grandma died, and my moms feelings, and my own feelings, and what it was like being at her house without her, surrounded by my family...I could hardly read through those pages. But I cherish those memories because I had forgotten so many minute details that were recorded in a sleepy daze one night after volleyball and before church... And here I am, on adventures of a lifetime, happily married, traveling, moving, surrounded by friends...and do I write? Nope. Somewhere along the way we decided that journaling meant drama and sadness...so when the happiness is here, the journal goes. Maybe I'll bring it back. Maybe.Sarahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17414983207097025081noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-734772638046514084.post-2305467338865317272010-09-03T13:02:23.901-05:002010-09-03T13:02:23.901-05:00I am loving reading your posts, even if I'm no...I am loving reading your posts, even if I'm not always commenting. I hear your voice in your writing and love it! Keep them coming!!Warner Familyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07777350121596771164noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-734772638046514084.post-87442241851702252892010-09-01T18:47:35.330-05:002010-09-01T18:47:35.330-05:00i am that blog nerd you speak of. how exciting!i am that blog nerd you speak of. how exciting!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com