It's only Wednesday, but I'm ready for the weekend! Nothing particular going on, just very busy at work and end of the year school activities. Tonight is the last band concert for my son and we are gong to SUNY Purchase for the concert. It has a state-of-the-art concert facility and it's always a pleasure to listen to the band play in a professional setting. Last year the school played at Lincoln Center. I don't think my son will ever forget that experience.

This morning is the medieval fair where Julia gets to wear her monk's robe and tonsure wig and show off her castle. I have the morning off to attend, then I go to my ofice, then I run down to the Bronx, then back to the office, home, and then to the concert. It's that king of week.

I feel guilty that I haven't been blogging daily. However, I'mgrateful that I have this blog or I wouldn't be doing any writing. This blog gives me the responsiblity of coming up with some writing several times a week, which is 100% more than I would be doing in weeks like this. I haven't done much art journaling, and will soon run out of scanned in artwork, so I better get busy this weekend and create some art to share with all of you.

Of course, for me, what I share here is selective. I can't write about everything in my life on line. I rarely write about my job, for example, except for generalities about court. I never write about my office or office colleagues, and wow, what good fodder I would have! But I respect the privacy of those I work with and obviously, I can't write about my cases due to attorney client privilege.

I also draw a veil over select portions of my family life. Although I write about my husband and kids and sisters, there are areas I never touch. As for my own personal life, there are subjects that are verboten. I struggle with depression on a daily basis and if I wrote about every dark morning I have, no one would click onto this page.

So as far as this being a Journal of My Life, well, it is an art to portray it. I am a spin master, presenting a picture of myself and my life that I want you to know. I emphasize this, and gloss over that. I feature the relationships I want and censor those I cannot or will not share with the public.

Who knows what lies behind the mask? But that is the mark of any artist. Masked or stripped bare, we present the image that we control and no more.