ONE DAY YOU MAY LOOK BACK AND REALIZE THEY WERE THE BIG THINGS

There are so many things I don’t write about. Sometimes it makes me wonder who I’m kidding with this journal. I don’t write about work, really. I don’t write much about my husband and how we interact, at least not any intimate details. I try not to write things that would hurt someone if they read them. I never write about television or the shows I watch…mostly because I don’t. Watch, that is. It’s rare that I talk in detail about a bad day or what caused it, especially if there are other people involved. I don’t write about my...