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When I was in high school I was inspired to journal and [write in my diary]. Throughout college that desire to write became keener and more meaningful. For years, my words and thoughts have shaped my life. Just as much as the actions I write about. I keep a box of older journals in a hidden spot in my childhood bedroom. I finish a journal and I immediately know where I will hide it next. I buy spare journals that catch my eye. I keep my current journal in my purse just in case the urge to write happens along. My blog, while small now, has stories that instantly take me back to a place in time. A time that was new, although past now. A moment when I felt refreshed, inspired, and the expert in recorded detail. I looked at a post from 3/17/11 and saw my note for visiting Ireland. I had no idea that just 4 months later I would ACTUALLY be there. And I had no idea then either I would go again the next year, nor did I know I would be on the verge of moving there. That's what makes it fun. To capture a moment and frame of time in words, thoughts, and ideas. And then be able to relive those moments again, so rich in detail it instantly transfers you back to that place. And even better, where I am now compliments how I felt. It all reminds me of where I come from, who I was and am, and what mattered and still matters. I am returning to my writing. I met someone recently, it was random and sensational. She told me that my energy made her want to start a friendship with me. She told me there was something calm about me (I told her it must be that I pray and practice yoga regularly ;) and I was serious!), and that my personality felt genuine, wise, and good. She asked if I kept a blog because it seemed like she would want to keep in touch but doesn't facebook. It sounds weird I know. But it was fun and this person was kind, funny, and equally entertaining. It was by far the best dermatology appointment I ever had. This blog is being reborn. I don't know where it will go, if anyone will want to read it, if anyone will even hate it, or how often I will write. I am dedicating what I write to fellow writers, encouragers, travelers, dreamers, teachers, women, athletes, lovers, sisters, daughters, friends, neighbors, and more.