In my written words.

The nice thing about writing a blog or a journal is that I pick and choose the topic. And I'm free to write about virtually anything. So much freedom. Whatever comes to mind. I just let it flow. And that's very satisfying. I don't feel any restraint. I recommend that others try it. Often, I sit down and write love letters. Impulsively. I've probably written more than 1,000 love letters to my girlfriend in the past two or three years. Even when we are together. I'm a lover. A lover of words. Not only spoken words. But written words. Words that can be sent off. In letters. In my blog. Words that I've sometimes forgotten. But also words that I resurrect. That remind me of my thoughts. And how they come and go. Gives me a sense of creation. Amazing. How one can capture a thought. And live with it for a while. Yes, savor it. And expand on it. Oh, so many of my thoughts would be gone forever. If I hadn't put them into written words. The mind can only store so much. I need a reservoir. From which I can retrieve my thoughts. I find that gives continuity to my life. More meaning. More substance. I never want to forget that I am alive. Living. Conscious. And there's proof of it. In my written words. --Jim Broede