Dear Diary

Dear Diary, I apologize in advance for not finishing you. It's not that I don't love you, it's just have I have the attention span of a retarded squirrel. Hearts and kisses, Alison

It's true, I love love love the idea of writing in journals and diaries. Jotting down your secrets, the things you think about but don't say, things you want to read in 40 years, etc. In fact, I have a least a half dozen 1/2 filled journals in my basement right now. I guess 1/2 filled is better than not filled. I love to open one up and reread and see how utterly lost I was in college. Or how moronic I was over my high school boyfriend. Or how I really did know I would marry Jon less than 30 days after meeting him. It's so fun to laugh at yourself and think about how silly your thoughts were, or to reflect on how you felt at a certain time that's now past in your life.

So, I've started another one. This one, in addition to being my regular thoughts journal, is also being filled with a list of things I still haven't accomplished from the highly unlikely (do the splits) to the extremely hopeful (be a lead in a theater show). And while it might be only halfway filled when I find a new shiny toy to play with, at least it will capture my thoughts over the next few months. I mean, I'm turning 30, Jon and I are starting to seriously plan for kids, law school is more than halfway over, I'm working hard to help a family member reach an important goal, there's lots to write about! And while these books aren't going to be turned into memoirs and will most likely be dug up and lauged at by my children, maybe I'll read them when I'm old and senile to remember what a fantastic life I carved out for myself :-)