One of my TINY nightmares comes true …

If you’ve ever heard me teach at an event (or listened to one of my tapes or teaching CD’s), you may remember my die-hard-RULE about what happens to my journals if I croak …

Fred promises to burn them—destroy them—throw them away—whatever it takes to ensure that no one ever reads them.

SO … how do you think I’d feel if one of my journals was OUT THERE in the public somewhere? Can you say not too good?

Well, that’s where I am. That’s how I feel.

Why? Because I’m fairly certain that I took my journal out of my bag and put it on the roof of my car at a gas station somewhere in Wyoming (en route to Colorado) … and now it’s nowhere to be found.

So I’m assuming that a lonely Wyoming teen with nothing better to do is … a) reading it; b) typing it; and c) about to post it online.

Public humiliation! More public humiliation! More of my sins and failures out there for the world to see and judge.

Fred (our family’s optimist to me-the-pessimist) says, ‘Tara, there are very few people in Wyoming. I’m sure it’s in a ditch somewhere about to be eaten by a cow. Don’t worry about it.’

Good advice. Maybe I’ll take it. And maybe I’ll journal again one day? Hmmmmm … we’ll see.