In the beginning...

So here I am. Blogging. Something I thought I would never do. And yet, something inside me is telling me that I need to translate all this mental energy, these thoughts, these discussions within myself, into something more.

Since Christmas two years ago I have never gone anywhere without the black Moleskine journal my brother gave to me. Well, since then there have been a few due to the frantic pace of my writing... but when he gave it to me, Eric told me it was to be used for personal expression. For thoughts and actions and words and sketches that illustrated the things in my head. I would always see him with his, and for all of you who know my brother, you've even seen him take it out in the middle of a bar or party at 2am and start scribbling. Little did I know that this black journal of mine would become an obsession, almost an addiction. I must say though, if one is going to allow themselves an addiction, a journal is a pretty good one to have!

I wrote in it constantly. Often times forgetting the reality around me. One day I aspire to make something more of it. Write a book and share these thoughts with the world. We'll save that for another day. But there is a lot of growth potential when you stop being the things you've gotten wrapped up in and start being You.

These journals made me a better person and started me down a path I could have never dreamed I would be destined for.
The mind is a beautiful thing. A powerful thing. So here, this is my blog, this is my feeble attempt to let all of you (or no one and I guess that really doesn't matter either!) know what goes on in my head.

So jump for joy, get comfortable, drop the barriers and let the discussion begin!