Thank You

"The written word is the choicest of all relics"

       There is a moment each night as I drift off to sleep. An honest truth. A feeling of loss, moments in the day I had wasted, minutes lost forever. Choices that were made, could have been made, chances lost to time.
       But with each morning in those first moments before everything is clouded with noise and movement, I feel a surge of hopes, anticipation, for I have yet another day to fulfill anything I choose to do. A new day of choices, more chances, and with any luck a clean slate to make the best of my day.
       It's a never ending cycle, me and mind. Some nights I lay in bed, berating myself for procrastination. Some nights I lay worrying how I'm possibly going to accomplish all that needs to be addressed. Some nights where I'm content it's a beautiful thing.
       Then there is this need to put my thought in writing. I am one of those people who must have pen and paper within touching distance at all times. I wake up in the middle of the night with some random thought and write it down. I sit in meetings and listen purely by osmosis while hiding my discreet journal in my lap writing, and still manage to sound intelligent and like I was really paying attention when asked a question. <this is were I count on the osmosis>
        Writing in a public journal here on AOL has been interesting and fascinating in it's self. At time's I've been conflicted about it. Wondering if I'm writing for myself, too myself, or too those nameless faceless people who wander past my link. Last night I know it was for myself, hence the erratic clutter of words without regard to if anyone could understand my mind set. Tonight? More like for the people whom visit. 
       I've found some fascinating journals via the message board. Plus I've learned a new way to find new journals. Following the path of journals, skipping from one to another via the side link of favorite sites. My next goal is to figure out exactly how to do that so I can add a nod to the journals I've found and enjoy on my own humbly, UN-stimulating to look at journal! People are so interesting! I've found I'm fascinated by everyone's different lives, levels of writing, history. The things we are all willing to express, come clean about, write about, again, the safety of the Internet is a miraculous thing.
       Since this entry has trailed from my original thoughts, I believe I'll have to finish those on another entry. For now I feel compelled to thank all the people who have visited my site and left words of encouragement, support, especially in regard to my Mothers breast cancer.
       I would also like to thank many of you for encouraging my writing by spelling it out in black and white that I possess the ability to twist and create well with words. For as far back as I can remember I have written. This is the first time I've ever really opened myself up and let masked readers enter my world of thoughts, exploration, defining life, purpose, love, anything my mind can conjure from the abyss. I appreciate the encouragement and have even allowed myself to wander to the 'what if's' possibilities of writing. There is an interesting point of validation that comes from something as simple as a comment box. I've found I have a new thing to look forward to everyday. I'm excited when I have alerts that other journals have posted an entry.
       This journal is relatively new, and I look forward to see where it takes me and my mind. I look forward to exploring other peoples styles of writing and taking peeks into how other people move about their lives. On that note.......it's time to head to bed and see what my mind will wake me up for tonight to write down!

"The more sand that has escaped from the hour glass of our life, the clearer we should see through it"    Richter