It's strange. I miss it, yet, the passion for doing it is sort of gone. I have been more tempted to write in a physical journal than here recently, which is something I haven't done regularly, or felt any motivation to do whatsoever, for at least the last five years.
I don't know where I want to take this damn thing. Some days I look at it and have the urge to just trash the thing entirely. Other days it makes me happy to see the little bits I've recorded of the day to day routines with my kids. Then sometimes - like today - I look at it and get that churning feeling in my stomach. It just makes me sick to even read what I've written - it feels moronic, it feels forced, it doesn't feel like my words. It makes me just want to edit the shit out of it and hit refresh.
So, that was my abrupt decision today. I'm going to take out a lot of unnecessary crap here, and hit refresh… And if it still doesn't feel "right" after that, well then… It was fun while it lasted.