so much to say

I used to write.  I used to write a lot.  Just ask anyone who knew me growing up.  I think I was 7...maybe 8 years old when I got my first diary.  Somewhere locked away in my parents' house are scads of journals covering a decade of thoughts.  But, I went to college, met a boy, got married...well, basically life happened and I stopped writting. I wanted to write, I just never found the time. 

Recently, I've found myself reading the blogs of a couple of friends and not only enjoying their writing styles, but also their stories.  The more I read the more thoughts I have about my own experiences and the more I think maybe I should give this a shot.

So, here I am writing again. But before I really launch into this, I want to throw out a disclaimer - one I am really throwing at myself as I haven't decided if I will even share this blog with anyone or not.  But, in case I do share it; my spelling has become terrible, my grammar is off the mark and Lord God Leelah my punctuation needs work.  I mostly say this for my Salem girls who will all laugh at me, know that I am typing the way I would speak these thoughts, and still throw a correction or two my way via comments.  So with that said, off I go!

I have so much to say and such a lack of knowing where to start! But then again, I don't really need to know where to start because I have the most obvious and God given start to my story...March 5, 2010, the last day before I arrived on "the other side."