I have been journaling on and off for years - never in one place though. I’m always surprised when I stumble across something I wrote in the back of a notebook or on an envelope. I think “I should save this” and in it goes to my find a home pile. That pile is a never ending black hole. It contains concert ticket stubs, old photos, half thoughts on napkins, phone # of people I don’t remember knowing, buttons, screws, old calendars and papers I should never lose. I’m hoping this will in some small way will allow the contents of that pile to dwindle and perhaps someone else will find this and think “THANK GOD I’M NOT ALONE!” perhaps one day my kids will read it and understand and maybe even forgive me for all the nuttiness I put them through.