'There is no work more tedious than shelling black walnuts, and the two of them did it every autumn of the world. My mother said they tasted like furniture, and I'm not sure anyone disagreed. But she always had them, so she always used them.'~from Gilead by Marilynne Robinson
Know what I want to accomplish with this journal?
I want it to be a restful spot to write and not one that gets me all worked up. I've allowed online journaling to give me an outlet to vent more often than not, and sometimes I've regretted in being so outspoken. I get tired of myself and my angst. This past year has been so stressful---partly because of the election, but other things have been wearing too. Just want to start fresh. That just sounds so good to me.