New Old Things

A long time ago, I used to blog.  A lot.

It was a good outlet for me.

It was a useful thing, allowing me to find my voice.

I loved it so much.

Until one day, it seemed like I ran out of things to say.

I thought I had everything all worked out.

And now we will all laugh together at the arrogance of youth.

It's ok, go ahead and laugh.

Or at least give a knowing smirk.

"Though no on can go back and make a brand new start anyone can start now and make a brand new ending." -Carl Bard

Lately, I've found myself in need of an outlet again.

I need to say things, whether or not anyone is really there to listen.

It's not like I want to talk to myself, but at this point, I'll take what I can get.

Gratuitous closeup...also, that heat embossed stamp was so shiny in the first picture, you couldn't really see what it was...

I need help.

I need to figure things out again.

I've let myself go way too far and I need to get back to a good place.

Didn't want this side to feel left out...

So maybe I can find something to say again.

And maybe those thoughts can lead me to better ones.

And maybe I can get my crap together again...

because it feels like it's flying around all over the place, 

out of control, and generally being a mess.

So I think I'm going to join a challenge, Junk Journal July, hosted by Meg Journals on YouTube/Instagram. 

Maybe it will keep me motivated to do this thing for real this time and not give up.  I'm a great quitter...and a great hermit...and I think those things are joining forces to increase the blah of daily life for me.  I don't want to feel blah so much.  I'm tired of blah.  I need pizzazz.  (Not just a terrible misspelling of pizzas...although, I would take that too...)  I need moxie and fervor for life and gumption and...a lot of things I don't feel like I have now.

But maybe it's time to try.