There is nothing quite like a new journal. My last one was large and thick and not quite full from the writings of the past 8 years. Within it's pages many joys and happy events were recorded. Along with those wonderful things, were also disappointments, the deepest kinds of sorrows, and loss of friends, including my dear mother. It was getting to where I felt sad just picking up the book, knowing what it contained. Last year was particularly difficult for me personally. I have a long time friend, who gave me this beautiful journal when I was going through a hard stretch a few months ago. I saved it to start this new year. Yesterday was my first writing. I am hopeful that this year will be better, and I want to faithfully record more of my feelings about the things that life brings to me in 2011.