I always intend to write more than I do. Ever since I was a girl, I’ve intended to keep a journal. As the internet took over, the journal has become a blog, and it’s still been something I intended to keep up with. But it never seems to happen. I’ll rededicate myself, and while it might last a few days or even weeks, it quickly falls by the wayside again. I want to write. I think of things all day long that I want to write or share. But the actual sitting down and doing it just seems to get forgotten.