I have ALWAYS been a writer. I have not been interested in becoming a journalist, nor have I ever considered to make writing a possible career path. I always felt that making money off of writing would diminish its therapeutic power for me. I have recently found an old notebook FULL of old writings of mine. Some, I don’t really remember the inspiration behind them because they go as far back as college (10+ years ago). Others, may shed some light on the journey I have been on with my immediate family (without getting TOO personal), which has come to an end recently. As these pop up, just realize that they are like looking at old photographs. So, keep an eye out for posts from the Vault.