It's late again.  I feel like writing but I'm not sure about what.  I remember I used to write all the time in my old journal.  Now it feels like I'm all talked out.  Where are all those thoughts that just flowed out of my brain so effortlessly?  I'm not empty, or depressed, or lonely, or any of those other bad things that no one wants to be. 

I read an article a while back that said once a woman becomes a mother her whole way of thinking changes.  There is now so much to think about and remember that I no longer have time to focus on myself and my own dreams and my own wishes.  Now the one and only thing that I am passionate about is my little girl.  She is my entire reason for existing right now.  In some ways that's healthy and in other ways maybe not so much.  But I keep telling myself that I had many many years of "me time" before she arrived in my tummy.  Dwayne and I had many many years of "couple time" as well.  Shouldn't it be okay to give her my all now?

I don't know if writing so late is such a great idea for me.  I spill my guts and then want to erase it all.  But what's the point in writing in a journal if you can't be honest about how you feel and just speak what's on your mind?  So I resist the urge to erase!

But I do need to get some sleep now!  goodnight...