tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12159162.post657445141504363364..comments2023-11-02T09:32:19.384-04:00Comments on In Blue Ink: Journaling and what it means to mea/k/a Nadinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09499119739368587916noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12159162.post-86007434197553246042018-01-25T17:38:48.639-05:002018-01-25T17:38:48.639-05:00I'm sorry you have no one to talk to. I wish ...I'm sorry you have no one to talk to. I wish I could be more useful in that respect. :(. <br /><br />I don't have a friend to talk to either. I have my husband, but he is away much of the time, and when he is how, he is often reading or busy doing chores. Or sleeping. <br /><br />The friends I had are growing more and more distant and it is difficult to know what to talk about with them.<br /><br />I do have a "shrink" to talk to for 45 minutes one a week. But a think is not the same as a friend. The best kind of friend is one you actually see several time a week. In person.<br /><br />I don't journal much any more. I write poems, stories and letters or notes.But that's not the same thing. Exactly. I call my collection of things I've written a journal, but I don't write it by hand. I write on the computer. People say it is not the same, but I prefer it because it's quicker.Mary Stebbins Taitthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10626507461216769140noreply@blogger.com