Over the years I have found happiness and contentment in journal
writing by notating each and every special event, dates of my children’s
immunizations, and the details of everyday doldrums. I led myself to believe I was effectively
leaving the story of my life to unfold before countless numbers of generations
yet unborn. Large books dwindled to
little stylish photo-filled journals that could fit in my purse, computerized
journals, and journal phone apps. Trips
to Barnes and Noble and Borders Books led me to intuitively purchase attractive
journals that might come in handy sometime for somebody. Consequently I bought journals for myself and
gave them as gifts to the unassuming. This
was very fun, and I still believe in the power of the journal!
But seriously, who’s going to read those dusty volumes about
my life after I am dead and they are buried in a heap? Better yet, who will actively dig through my digital
databanks that are secretly filed away and floating on some cyber cloud? Which descendent with any amount of decency
will take on the chore of copying the contents and distributing my words of
wisdom at some future and far away family reunion? In an
attempt to spare my posterity of this unpleasant responsibility, I have decided
to close the books of my life and stow them away in a pretty little box with a
heart embellished lid. My journals have
served their purpose well; however, it is time to move on to something more
practical…
I’m throwing a Popcorn Party! And YOU are invited!!! Come and nibble one kernel at a time or choke
down a handful with a gulp of your favorite beverage. Read my words and relish them. Challenge them. Ignore them. Hate them.
It really doesn’t matter to me what you do with my words. They are mine, and I choose to share them
now, not later. So, accept the invitation to join me in deliberations
about Life and Living! Stop by for the
popcorn, and enjoy the party!
Cute intro, Poppin'P! Let's get this party started :)
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