I’ve done that.

there are a lot of things that i dont talk about.

staying out too late. drinking too much.

ive done that.

staring into the eyes of my newborn baby.

staring at the ceiling; wondering if it would all be better tomorrow.

staring in amazement at something that has just gone impossibly right. or impossibly wrong.

ive done that.

realizing that nothing is promised. nothing is guaranteed. and it could all be gone in a blink.

realizing that this moment is nothing more than a gift.

realizing that your past has nothing at all to do with your future.

ive done that.

wondering how things went so wrong.

wondering how things went so right.

and wondering how things you have no control over ended up ok after all.

ive done that.

typed things so personal that you dont want anybody to read them. and deleted them.

typed things you want everybody to read. and deleted them.

and typed things that you thought were the absolute best string of words you have ever typed. and deleted them.

ive done that.

thing is. sooner or later. you figure out in keeping a journal, you really dont want to share it all the time. you dont want to delete it either. it was only for you in the first place.

so you just put it in the corner and dont post it.

and ive done that too.