Well I have made a change to the look of my diary. If you see anything weird that isn't working let me know...I can tell you now that the archives page isn't quite right, but I don't have the patience to fix it right now. Not sure that this is the template I want to use for long term either, but it will do for now.
The other template needed to go. I haven't been writing very much poetry lately at all and well, I am guessing that that phase of my life has passed. For a while anyway.
I've been in a bit of a reminising mood lately. I think it was brought on by the fact that my oldest son and I found a box of things that I had from years back. All my yearbooks from highschool and junior high and also autograph books (homemade ones) from grade school. There were bundles and bundles of letters that I kept too. From friends, boyfriends and boys that I wished had been more than friends.
I've been wondering what happened to all my old friends. Wondering where they are in their lives and what's been going on with them. Most of of, I'm been wondering what my life would have been like had different paths been chosen. What would have happened had my family not moved to NC when I was 15 years old? What would have happened if I had followed through with my original plans to graduate from high school in Virginia instead of finishing at the highschool in NC? What would have happened had the guy in life science and I actually ever acted on the crush we both had on each other? Would my best friend who I have known for 34 years have gotten married at such a young age if I had still lived near her? Would we have ever gone to college together and shared and apartment? It's those kinds of things that I have been thinking about.
I have always believed (since I have gotten older) that moving from Virginia to North Carolina (even though it was devastating to me at the time) was really the best path my parents could have ever taken for me and my brother and sister. There really was nothing for us to do where we lived except to get into trouble. I have a feeling I would have walked on the wild side a lot more than I did. One just never knows.
I believe that there is a reason for everything. There is a reason that we have to make decisions in our lives. A reason that things aren't just handed to us on a silver platter. There is a reason we need to work hard and search for the things we want and need. Sometimes the road is long and hard. Sometimes the the road is short and easy. But it really doesn't matter as long as there is a road or path to take.
Oh my god, what have I just typed up there. I've been kinda typing on auto pilot. If it doesn't make any sense, well, just over look me. ~laughing here~ (at myself)
I'm gonna get back to work.
Toodles.
1:52 p.m. - January 11, 2007
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