It's true. I never kept a diary. I think there were two periods in my life that I attempted to document some life moments but I'd always go back and destroy them or roll my eyes and try to imagine "what the hell were you thinking, Christina?" Mortification. Giant step for me. No time to recant or check my thoughts (there always the delete button lol!). Perhaps, once again, I will regret this and do what I did in 6th grade - blush deeply, roll my eyes and "die of complete and utter embarassment!"
Truth is...I am not a writer and I don't pretend to be. I have always admired my sister for her ability to tell a story in person or on paper. She has some mad skills. Me? I am constantly checking, rephrasing and thinking about what I write for days when it comes to personal communication. If you ask the 'professional Christina' to compose a letter, brochure, any type of pr, etc., there is absolutely no problem - I excel. I think that's why I haven't pursued a Christmas letter in the last two years...it takes too long to compose; noting the ability to be succinct on a 5x7 card. You need to be funny while telling about your "oh so wonderful" life because you want everyone to think you lead this enthralling life. It's a constant battle: make chicken salad out of chicken shit.
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