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It's a New Day


I wish I felt more accomplished when it comes to keeping up with this blog. So much has happened/changed over the last 6 months and there were times when the outlet I have here would've helped immensely had I chosen to pour myself into it. I've found myself romanced by the simplicity and immediacy of facebook, however the forced brevity always leaves me feeling less than purged after posting. I've also realized the lack of anonymity amongst family and certain friends forces me to censor myself, something I have a difficult time accomplishing.

*sigh*

So very much has changed.

I really should spend more time here.

It would do me good.

Comments

Anonymous said…
I miss your blogs. I know that you're misery muse isn't present right now, and that's a good thing! But your writing is so passionate and creative - I would eagerly read a book you wrote!
5/12/2010 6:43 PM
Anonymous said…
you have a wonderful talent ,put it to use write a book,im sure that you will be fullfilled and famous and not to mention finnacially very stable(not that you arnt already) beautiful :)
6/14/2010 1:06 PM
Anonymous said…
Beautiful blog. Keep it up!

http://surfacingintheafterlife.blogspot.com/
6/17/2010 10:49 AM
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