Ever since I was eight years old, I have been keeping a journal. By now, I have a nice collection of books, all different colors and sizes, filled with memories. 
It’s not just the stories that are kept in those journals, it’s the handwriting that reveals my age, my stress level, my lack of time and my days of leisure and calm, even the anxiety and fear. Then there are those loose pieces of tickets, photos, scribble-scrabbles that fall out, but must never be taped in, because there is such magic in that very moment when a piece of memory falls into your lap…
I already had a hard time a few years ago, when I started this on-line journal. I selfishly wanted all of these thoughts to be in one of my books, but for the sake of being able to share a piece of my experiences with those of you who find it interesting to read (I wish I was a better writer, so often I struggle with making my thoughts come out clear), I began the process - I can always print them out and paste them in my books, I thought. Sure, they won’t be handwritten, but they will testify how the computers became an essential part of our lives. 
I have enjoyed this process - so many times people would come to me after a concert and comment on a specific diary entry they read. It always encouraged me to continue journaling-on-line (although I never really got into a routine)
Which is the reason why my web-consultants have been trying to convince me to start a Blog. 
I have to admit, I strongly dislike the word “blog”, but I’ll get over it (it has none of the romanticism that the word “diary” has).

I now will “blog” my thoughts, and I hope you will still enjoy them.LINK TO MY OLD DIARY