I don't know. I do know who and that and more or less what I am. But when? When am I my own self? I don't know. And it may seem pretensious, and perhaps it is - to ask this question, but in the middle of a divorce where abuse and pure negelct not are issues, I still have to ask it. And is being oneself the main goal - the main issue in life? Or are we to walk in the shadows of Madison County, and row the boat ashore?

Not my first journal. But my first live one. We'll see. How long this one will last.