I have a diary, well, not really a diary of everyday things. But a collection of scribbled passages through stormy nights, of days of pain, sentences, pleas, a cry to no one. It's a form of being your own therapist, and getting things off your chest. They say that's why women live longer. They cry.
I need to take the time out to write about the good things that are in my life, so that I don't always focus on the bad. It's hard, but I need to appreciate. We all need to stop and appreciate life - even if it is sometimes unbearable at times.
I admired Stephanie's list of good moments of the past year. I need to do the same.
Hey, maybe one day I can get together with Cathy, and make a compilation of all our silly videos that will make me laugh. What do you think, Cat? We need to archive our stuff/crap on DVD. In FL, I have the DVD recorder/player that we got from Costco. Let me know.