too many thoughts.

It used to be that I could only write whenever I was sad or emotional.  When my feelings were heightened, my creativity would be, too.  But over the past few weeks -- I've written too many entries.  Way too many to even sort through.  This time though, it's because I've been much too happy, excited, grateful for every bad and good thing that has happened recently. 

I don't know what to do with all of these thoughts.  This is new to me.  At times it feels as though I am on the cusp of becoming a different type of writer.  It's riveting, yet unfamiliar.  Either way, I am incredibly excited for 2011.  A little birdie tells me it's going to be a life-changing year.  I hope I will be able to find the time and strength to document it all, but perhaps the memories I anticipate making will be the type that will not need the protection of words in order to become memorialized.  Perhaps they will be the type that will become naturally ingrained within me, that I will carry around with me daily without even realizing it.  Perhaps. 

The possibilities are endless.