I can't believe it's been 3 years since I began this blog. When I started this I wasn't sure if I'd actually keep it up. I have always wanted to keep a journal, but never followed through after about the first week. This dates back to my days in grade school when I would receive a diary for my birthday or Christmas and promised myself that I'd write in it every day. I would write faithfully for a few days, look back on what I had written with an eye too critical and end up with more blank pages in the diary than those that had been written on.
I have started journals as an adult, only to let them fall away too. Until blogging came my way. At first I thought of this blog as a place to record the comings and goings of my knitting group, "Goddess Knitters". But slowly, and surely it has evolved into a real journal of my life and my times, with a sprinkling of the 'goddesses' thrown in. It has been a very good place for me to vent about, celebrate, and keep track of my life as I go through it. It has become what I always wanted a journal to be for me; a way to look back and reflect on things that have come my way.
Though I don't write as often as I would like, I do write about things that are important to me. There have been many tears and many more smiles in the past 3 years and I am happy that I have a record of them. My kids, and soon to be grandkids will be able to read this and look back at what was going on in my life. I really wish I had this kind of record of my own Mother's life. Maybe that is what keeps me at it.
I have never been the best writer. There have been mistakes in the past writing and there are sure to be many more. But I am past that point of being critical about what and how I write. There are millions of people that are better writers than I. But I don't write this for them, I write this for me. And I like what I see.