I intend to, though. I really want to be a journal-er. I have friends who write faithfully in them day after day after day. One particular friend fills spiral notebooks that she finds on sale at Target for $.35! I want to be like her. But, I’m not. And then recently, it dawned on me. I do journal. I just journal on my blog. Because what you read here at cindybeall.com is what is inside me. Sometimes I write ridiculous stuff. Sometimes I write pour out my heart stuff. Sometimes I write break your heart stuff. Sometimes I write I’m getting in your face stuff. The main thing is…I write. One day when I am gone from this earth and my children want to know more about me, they will have their mother’s heart in the written form. So, no matter how many readers I have, no matter how good my material is, no matter if I’m the last person who still blogs when it’s no longer cool to blog, I will write. For me. For you. But mostly, for them.