It has been a while since I have taken the time to write in my journal. I have been busy and I have been going to bed early lately and sleeping until 8 a.m. or so it seems. I have not forgotten Dear Diary here at all, but I feel I have forgotten what it is like to stay in touch sometimes. LOL It is only, truly according to man-made time – still the 26th of September for me where I live foor another 1 1/2 hours from now.
Well this week, although it is Thursday according to Dear Diary, it is yet still Wednesday for 1 1/2 hours for me yet. I will be retiring to bed in a short while – should have been in bed about an hour ago really – tired.
I have been taking the time to read other journal entries here at Dear Diary whenever I can and I do enjoy what I do read and I do have my choosy days now and then so please forgive me. Many of you have wonderful writing skills and thoughts and I am glad to be a part of Dear Diary.
I have been doing fair since the terrorist attack on September 11 and keeping myself busy as much as possible. I have plans to return back to college in January 2002 if things work out the way the way I hope and I will follow God’s plans as well. I am getting through my days just find but my heart still aches terribly for those people who have died under the judgment of those people who don’t have feling of life. A lot of people are yet afraid to fly and are questioning their plans to go by jet or plane/ by flying. I was one of those people up until yesterday. I can’t allow those terrorists to keep me from seeing family in other states any longer. It is almost like a piece of you has died because of fear. It came to me yesterday, after speaking to my stepfather, that fear strikes people differently and fear is like a death if it stops you from taking risks sometimes. That is why a very big decision, and getting past a fear, has been monitored and really looked into by thinking this way and that way. Going to see family is not going to stop me and I will not take back my decision in any way shape or form.
