Resolve

2015 is nearly gone. Blink of a eye, just like that.

A year of personal growth, of soul-searching, of introspection and of widening my vision. And for the first time in my life, 2015 brought several moments of near panic, in the dark hours of the early morning, where I deeply, fully grasped just how brief my existence is here on Earth. [It kind of freaked me out a little bit.]

I have never been much of a writer. My sisters were always the better storytellers, the memory keepers. So looking forward into all that 2016 might possibly bring, I want to nurture this resolution: to record my rambling thoughts, to write down these memories.

I’d almost forgotten the pure therapeutic peace that journaling brings. And as much as it is embarrassingly painful to read through the journals of my youth, of my college days, even in my early adult life; it is equally refreshing to relive my dreams. And fears, and hopes, and pain, and joy. Even more so now, I feel like I’m journaling for these two little souls that I’ve literally given birth to. So crazy.

So here it goes. I have historically been a terrible blogger. But now it’s resolution time! New year! Tis the season! Same me, though. Same crappy writing stills, same rambling storytelling. I do have the resolve going for me, at least. If nothing else, I’m stubborn as a mule. Bring it on, 2016.