A First Time For Everything

I am horrible at handwritten journals, I will have to admit. But every day, a thought comes to mind and I am saddened when, hours later, I don't remember what the heck it was I was thinking about. I like to sing and write music, a thing most people don't know about me anymore. I seem to have lost myself in this thing I call a marriage. I love my husband, don't get me wrong. I just feel so lost in being a mother and wife, that I really don't know what it is I used to love to do or who I ever really was. So. I wonder if.... I wrote a song and recorded it, would everyone laugh at me? If I have the courage to put my heart and soul out there, even if it is just on this blog that no one will probably ever really find. If there is a way to overcome being miserable about what I have done in the past and what I must do in the future.

I wonder if... I am capable of finally being really honest with myself on so many different levels and sharing all of it with you. And I wonder if I will find out things that I'll hate about myself. And some I really love.