Journal...

I once thought that having a blog would be like writing in an electronic journal. It somewhat is...a bit flashier, more aesthetically appealing, no hand cramps, all positive things eh? The big difference. It isn't private. I guess it could be if I decided to make it so and prevent anyone from reading my posts but I didn't start one with that thought in mind. That being said, I've learned (the hard way in some cases) that one cannot always write about what's on the mind. You could, but sometimes it's not good to put all your thoughts out there on the table, you know? And if you do, inevitably you find someone asking you why you wrote something, asking for more details, or wanting to have a discussion about your blog entries.

I normally welcome the conversations. I'm normally an open book, willing to say what's on mind (and perhaps therein lies the problem). I'm currently reflecting on my friendships here in Athens and whether I am portraying myself accurately, whether people see the person I want them to see, or whether my friends here think they know someone that may or may not be the real me. Cryptic? I guess so. I don't have my own mind wrapped around it.

My soul friend Danielle gave me the most beautiful leather covered journal before I moved to graduate school. To date, it's sat on my bookcase unused. It's not that I haven't thought about writing in it. Just that I've found blogging easier. But maybe it's time to pull out a trusty old ball point and spend some time with my thoughts for all the world not to see.

Definitely worth a thought.