In college, I kept an electronic journal, Doogie Howser, M.D.-style for about 5 years on and off. Initially, I wrote consistently, highlighting the banality of my college life. Highlights included the isolation and loneliness I felt as a straight edge kid at a Chi Phi party; my breakup with my high school sweetheart, and my journey from lily-white Medford, NJ to the multi-ethnic campus of Rutgers University. As the frequency of my writing phased and my utterances became more sporadic, and the perceived intensity of my writings increased. I waxed poetic about love, friendship, loss, or at least I totally thought that I did.
Now something else is driving me to write. By writing, I hope to chronicle the joys, anxieties, frustrations, and celebrations that our little Myla June (aka The Bean) has brought us in her first three months as well as what is to come. I know that it is quite cliche to talk about the cathartic and therapeutic affect that writing can have. I don't intend on using this as a therapeutic outlet in its present form. My hope is that I will one day be able to reflect on this narrative as I reflect on my Doogie Howser journal from college. I will hopefully laugh. I might be moved to tears; however, as time passes by, my hope is that the the reflection itself will be therapeutic. My hope is that over time, this will feel more like a third person account of an extremely difficult and emotional time in our life. I also hope that I am aptly able to capture the incredible strength and spirit of my daughter. Unfortunately, the first three months will require some backtracking and summarizing. After that initial post, my goal is to update at least once per week, but hopefully I will be able to write about with each milestone, setback, success, celebration, etc
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