Dear Journal,
Ten years ago today, I wrote my first entry, worried about having to eat a live goat. In retrospect, having learned as much about the site's mascot as I have, I sincerely hope I did not scare or offend Frank the Goat in any way.
Hard to believe I've kept up this facade of a journal (off and on) for ten years.
My mother had passed away the previous year and I was gearing up for my very first Mother's Day without her. Reading the early entries about her still makes my eyes sting. Apparently, too, I was still in high school, even though I had graduated ten years prior to that.
So...
Here's to you, Journal, and the memories you hold for me should I ever wish to revisit them. May you continue to be my faithful companion, my confidante, and keeper of the Sacred Thoughts. Well, maybe not "sacred"... and "thoughts" may also be stretching it.
But I know what I mean.