Four score and five years ago...

Strange to think I've been writing this journal for five years now. It took me a while to get into a routine of writing regularly (something I'm struggling with again) and I think it was four months before I got a comment on one of my posts (I was so shocked!), but I didn't give up by some miracle and I'm really glad for it.

I've had some really low points, some really high points, and everything in between. I've been single, engaged, and married. I've lived by myself, lived with my husband, lived without my husband. I've been healthy and getting healthier, and unhealthy and not doing anything about it. I've been happy, sad, unsure, secure...it's been my life in microcosm for the last five years. For better or worse, if it's happened to me, it's probably here somewhere.

This journal has outlived one engagement, one very close friend, a car, and more complicated weight loss schemes than I can count. It's seen me through my dad's heart surgery. I've written about wildfires in San Diego, twice.

I don't know what the next five years will bring, for me or for this journal, and I hope some of you will stick with me to find out what happens next.