Begin again...again
So in the rush of adult life I sort of forgot I once had a journal. I forgot that I enjoyed writing as a way to process what I was going through. I forgot who I used to be...and who I still am.
My last journal entry announced our wedding date - a day that came and went almost 6 months ago. 6 months seems like it should feel really recent, but it feels like we have been married for longer. Don't know whether that is good or bad.
I still have a long way to go as a wife. I am not a good housekeeper or cook. My college procrastination? Still there, only instead of putting off papers, I put off laundry. I've learned that I can live with a lot of mess, as long as it's mine.
My last journal entry announced our wedding date - a day that came and went almost 6 months ago. 6 months seems like it should feel really recent, but it feels like we have been married for longer. Don't know whether that is good or bad.
I still have a long way to go as a wife. I am not a good housekeeper or cook. My college procrastination? Still there, only instead of putting off papers, I put off laundry. I've learned that I can live with a lot of mess, as long as it's mine.