I have found my own little corner of the web. Now, the question of course becomes.....why? It's a valid one alright - one that should be answered. Now, don't get me wrong. There are plenty of other questions too, but first things first I suppose.
Why? Maybe this is a journal of my hopes, dreams, fears or otherwise random thoughts. Maybe this is a piece of me left behind for my kids to discover when they are older. "What was dad like when he was younger?" they might say. "What was he thinking about when we were little?". "Why did he wear that shirt with those pants?". Ok, maybe not the last one. Or maybe this isn't a journal of answers at all, but rather one of questions. Sometimes I think the questions themselves are more important than the answers. You can learn a lot from asking why.
Well, whatever this is it's mine. Yes, I do realize the irony of saying something is mine when it resides on the web. It doesn't start with words world wide for nothing. But at least for now, I only see me, this keyboard, and my words. A place where a journal becomes a journey of sorts.
Let's see where it leads.