Keeping Track

My life lately has been a whirlwind.

From classes to work, from friends to family, I feel like I just can't keep track.

I told myself at the beginning of the year that I would try journaling, but I just can't bring myself to open that notebook every night.

The blankness intimidates me.  It represents all of those moments and experiences that I never bothered to write down. The ones that may get lost forever.

My life is so full of laughter, love, stress, anxiety, and everything in between, but sometimes when I go to capture these moments, the words escape me.

But this blog might be different.  This blog isn't a journal, never to be read, that lives on my bookshelf next to educational theory, children's stories, and Nicholas Sparks novels.  This blog lives among all of your lives and all of your stories.

Who knows who will see this blog? I sure don't.

Who knows if I'll even share this with my loved ones? I sure don't.

But what I do know is that I have to keep track somehow, and this might just be the way that works for me.

I want to keep track of those days when I'm feeling lost.

I want to keep track of those days when I'm immersed in love and happiness.

I want to keep track of those days full of nothing but inner thought.

So this is me, keeping track of how to be me.

Simply Stephanie.