There were certainly times I thought to note down how happy I was about getting into law school, falling for a boy, or simply just feeling good about life for no goddamn reason. But these were sandwiched between many more entries about how I hated having my life in towers of boxes, and how I deserved to be taken care of for once. Whiny needy me spoke loudly and often.
I was setting myself up. Proverbial shit turds hit the proverbial fans as they do, and I would end up placing each happy moment in the eye-rolling context of how depressed I was otherwise. Well, to save you, Gentle Reader, the full self-indulgent soapbox speech about how self-indulgence sucks, it suffices to say that journals are simply predisposed to the creation of Hot Topic t-shirt slogans.
So here I am, two legs solid in Bloglandia again. I have no aspirations for this blog to be popular or to even be read among my friends, but it is that awareness of a possible audience that will keep me honest. I intend to jot down not only the awesomely sweet lemonade side of things, but also the lemon side, for both are citrus-y and essential for a true rendering of what I want to remember later. And it'll be pink lemonade, for it is that much more tasty for being a different hue.
There will also be pretty pictures that I have taken the liberty of bumping to full saturation in Lightroom. You're welcome.