� 2001-2006 by Shiloh
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On a whim, and out of curiosity, I've been looking through the archives of this journal over the past week or so, and all the sudden it hit me. I'm not the only one that's undergone a change. This journal in its two and a half years of being up, its many layouts not included, has seen a definite metamorphosis of thought and content.
In the beginning, A Dreamer Tells... was your typical run-of-the-mill journal, a log of daily events about school and family life, and of course, the lingering effects of Evan's walking away. Thoughts, feelings and observations have always figured into the entries, but as time wore on I've somehow shifted away from the daily events log to something more along the lines of self-discovery and a discovery of things around me. Rarely will you find an entry with just the daily events anymore. This journal in essence, has become a forum of self-expression, a cyberspace outlet for my world. It's where I work out problems or things puzzling me, where I let loose my observations (opinions) and discoveries and where I share simple things I love.
If you think about it, it's (the change) kinda neat. It's a testament to me as a living person; it's grown as I've grown, changed as I've changed. That's one reason, I guess, for this metamorphosis. Another is, of course, the discovery or exploring I'm going through. The third, I'm thinking, was an unconscious move to protect myself from unsuspecting familial fingers doing some cyberspace-walking and, of course, to protect them as well.
I don't mourn the change or regret it. I embrace it, in fact. I love the forumesque feeling of it or the hodge-podgeness. True, it's not your typical "I did this" or "Guess what happened today" journal anymore, and I probably should keep a hardback or spiralbound journal for the daily events. (The LDS are encouraged to keep a journal of what goes on in their lives for geneaology purposes.) I'm just too lazy and my hand starts hurting before I can really say all I want to on paper, so I just keep this one. Trust me, if something important goes on, you'll know about it. I'll report it here. I'll say goodnight for now.
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