The start of something else

For a long time I have kept a journal. At the start of that journal I have a long list of last thoughts and instruction of what to do with the journal in the event of my death. It is odd the fragility of human life. At this point in my life that journal is the only thing of worth that, I feel, I will leave behind to the world. But it occurred to me that there were part of my life that I wanted to share as I lived them. I often find myself having a hard time expressing what needs to be said in any other form but writing. So I write far to much. And I hope that this place will allow me to communicate my thoughts better

I might write a great deal but my spelling and grammar suck so you sill have to forgive me for the mistakes that I make.