Lost things.

I used to have a stack of journals and notebooks filled with my writing — diary entries, short stories, poems, journalism class assignments … dating as far back as 1992 and maybe even earlier.

I deleted my first blog. I saved all of the entries in a zip file on my ex’s computer. After the break-up, when I asked him to e-mail the file to me I got ignored, big time … a stab at me which actually really hurt. Two years worth of memories I’ll never be able to read again.

I went so far as to beg and plead for it back. No answer.

I wish I still had it all. I would like to go back and see what I was doing and thinking and caring about on any given day.

All I can do is protect what I write from now on.

All I can do is start over.