There is no way to backdate entrys so far and I wanted to add in some things I had written on another journal site. Please forgive me if this post throws you off.

Change, Choice, and Back Again :: Thursday, January 3rd, 2002

It's funny how most things never really change. It seems as though life is a series of cycles. And the things that plague you most are the problems that keep returning to you. Perhaps because you never really fix them, you just go as far as it takes to make yourself comfortable with your choices. Or is it that you just lose the path and need to be nudged in the proper direction now and again?

I found this on an envelope in the back of one of my music books today. Hidden there for who knows how many years...

I'm struggling
confused and frustrated
with the tastes of life
but looking around myself
to find the missing part
of my soul in other's images
instead of seeking solace
within myself
where it's always been
waiting in peace
ME.

No need for further expression. It says all I want to say today although I wrote it years ago. I could say that was a negative thing. That I have not been affecting change in my life. Or I could take it as a positive sign that picking up a music book was change enough.

I've never found peace anywhere else. I've never been more me any other way. I thought I had changed it all by leaving.

It's good to be back.