Why I Write....??

       Let's start with some honesty here... I write because I am told to.  I don't mean to say that I don't enjoy writing... I wouldn't take this class if I didn't enjoy writing. I write for essays, for classes, basically anything but for fun. I'd like to blame it on not having enough time, but to stay with the honesty role I'm on, if I really wanted to write, I would make time.

       I love writing, I really do. So far, I know I'm making it sound like its a task, a chore.  But I will say that I don't exactly know how to write for fun.  Ever since I was little, I always dreamt about being that girl who wrote in her journal every night.  I could go upstairs and find 10 journals stuffed under my bed, in the back of my closet, or hidden between other books in my shelf.  But if I opened any one of those journals, I bet you could guess what would be in there.    Right, nothing! How do I start a journal? "Dear journal...How ya doin' today journal?....Why am I talking to inanimate objects journal?..." That's not how I role.

       However, I have written just to write before.  Only a couple times, but looking back on them is pretty funny.  There you go, we've stumbled upon another reason I write.  I love looking at my writings, reading about my "troubles", and laughing to myself. I love the thought of being able to read what was going through my head, bringing my memories to the surface, watching how my penmanship changed as    I get older.  

       As soon as I started this class, my dream has been rapidly returning.  Can I please be that girl who writes in a journal?  I feel like it would be a good way of un-cluttering my mind a bit.  There is SO much going on up there, it would do me good to get some of it out.  Plus, in twenty years when I look back on it, I can laugh at myself and remember my "troubles" once again.  

       Here's my last bit of honesty to leave you with.  I started a journal on Thursday that I write in every night....I love it.