I recently pulled a pile of journals out of the attic fill with volumes of teenage angst from 1989 – 2002. Reading through them made me feel like I was stuck in one long episode of My So Called Life. It made me a bit nostalgic for a time when my biggest worry was what boy liked me and which friend was being annoying. I actually started keeping the journals in my pre-teen years and continued through to my early adult years in college. Eventually I stopped keeping a written log of things and now this blog is my journal.…