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This week I did a little blog research. I checked out so many awesome blogs. People are so COOL! I was blown away by all of the sweet stuff there is out there to read. There is a mom in Provo who writes hilarious posts. She is a dear. I feel like we are friends. She gets like 12,ooo hits a day!

I am totally intimidated. There are bloggers out there who have been at it for years. They have fans, and advertising, and archives for Pete's sake! Big ones.

This morning as I was making my bed I looked at my little brown leather journal sitting atop the dresser. It looked lonely. Dejected. A little hurt. I have been a faithful journal writer for most of my life. I love to get lost in the entries and remember who I am. So much of me is recorded there. I am torn at this moment. I don't want to replace my journal. But I can record so much more information here, and it only takes a minute. Pictures and all. When I sit down with my journal I often don't get up for an hour. Or more. My handwriting is one of my more favorite talents. It's pretty. (When I have time for a soapbox rant I will let you know about how handwriting is becoming a lost art, and I would love to save it.) But the truth is this, I have a busy life, 2 kids, a kitchen and 3 bathrooms, laundry and floors. I have mouths to feed and bottoms to wipe. Books to read and lessons to be taught. Fights to break up and hugs to give. I have new running shoes that need breaking in, and a garden and lots of dirt around my house begging for planting. (That sounded a lot like a blessings list too, didn't it?)

I don't want to give up journal writing, but lately I have been putting it off, and then off again to do something else. All summer these wonderful things would happen to my family and I would think, I must write about this!" But then I wouldn't. Keeping records is important. I feel in my heart that it is something that I need to do. I am going to give this kind of record a shot, and see how it goes. Maybe my archive will be small, but it is something that I want to try.

I don't want this blog to be a public sensation. I don't want everyone to know what I am up to. (Or not up to for that matter!) This is my little spot in cyberspace to put my thoughts into words, words that make memories. Memories that make a life. A happy life that needs recording.

So I have a goal. One month of posts. Every day! Starting today. Wish me luck.