Stay true to the things I knew when I was younger

I printed out the last bits of my packet and took it to the post office. Which reminds me, I need to get ink for my printer at home. I'm just now starting to figure out my pattern of feelings the week of packet -- basically I feel more drained, vulnerable, and raw. I need to make sure I allocate more time and effort to take better care of myself during these times.

At some point last week, I made my 2,000th post. I remember noticing when I was at 1,989 and how I thought about I'd make a note of it in the post, maybe wax philosophically about the journal and its progression and how it's changed my life. Perhaps even provide links to my favorite entries, a greatest hits. I'm so ridiculous, I know.

But now this is post number 2,013 and I completely forgot to make note of number 2,000. So typical of me to build something up ahead of time then once the time comes, my interest has gone and I even completely forget about it. Anticipation is usually only good for the moment, it rarely enhances the event itself. But, you know, there's nothing wrong with the excitement of the moment.

I have no great thoughts on journaling this morning. But I do hold its importance for me in my heart.