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| Monday, 26 May 2008 18:40 | |
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When I was in high school I kept a journal. It was partly to help me figure out who I was and partly to remember things that I learned along the way. When I was a freshman in college, I took all of my spiral bound notebooks and three-ring binders and packed them in a box that I carefully sealed, lest it come open during transport, and took all of those thoughts and dreams to my first dormitory. But after being in school for a few months, I felt like I couldn't really protect what was written in those journals. There were no areas that I could lock off from prying eyes and the information was, at that time, much too intimate for me to just leave lying around. So I did the unthinkable -- I took all of my journals, ripped them up, and threw them down a trash chute, some twenty stories, to a trash heap in the basement. For many years now I have sporadically written my thoughts in a journal of some kind. Some of those still exist, others have disappeared. But at the end of 2001 I was challenged to begin reviewing those entries at the end of each year to see what lessons I had learned in the preceding 12 months. What I present here, will be those annual life lessons. Maybe there will be some things that you can learn the easy way -- by reading them. But I suspect that some of them you will probably have to live through yourself to understand. Peace, B.R.
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