An old journal, one of the sweetest gifts and one of my greatest treasures.
My twenties, more travels, nights in detox, a week or two in jail, commendations from ambassadors and a general education of an author.
I had my writings, paintings, photography. I had my passions and a place to collect those thoughts in this journal and others.
When to share a thought on paper had a permanence and importance difficult to give the electric bits.
Since getting harassed online a few weeks ago, by a 'Gonzo' as I can only guess, I've made my own social media transgression, made me reflect on blogging, journaling and what I want to share. As my harasser said, "some people like to publish everything." With an ease of a click, to make that snide comment... to bite when we get hurt.
To only share the picture perfect..... To show your frustration and anger...... It's your life, your journal, your adventure..... The integrity of the story is always up to you.
I'm still trying to find my balance and to hold onto my core values. ...and I hope to share something beautiful at sometime.
I appreciate your patience as I practice.