I took comfort in the reliability of my diary to be there for teenage me in the top dresser drawer. All that drama, insecurity, and confusion of those teen years were poured out on those waiting pages each evening. My diary became a mute therapist in a way when I needed to get "it all out" on the page one way or the other. I pride myself in knowing that I could hide that diary very well from my sleuthing little brother. He really tried his best to get his hands on it. (This makes me wonder where that diary is now. Scary to think that it's floating around somewhere. Not that I wrote anything scandalous at all. No soap opera material there.)
So here I am each day on my virtual diary sharing bits of me with all of you. This blog is a dynamic diary because I get support, feedback, and comfort from all of your posts and comments. Compared to that little diary with a lock back in my drawer, this blog is open and encourages discussion. At this age with this mindset, my need for a diary is not fueled by a desire for privacy and secrecy. I need my blog "diary" to be a living connection with others and a catalyst for personal reflection.
I'm holding on tight to this diary. There are always pages to fill.
Make sure to visit the other A to Z challenge participants. There are many wonderful bloggers participating this April. (And by the way, Randi, I decided not to succumb to the temptation to do a deliciously decadent (double D's) post on donuts. However, I'm contemplating a chocolate covered one right now.)