Last week I revisited my journals from my teenage years.
Tears come when I remember who I wasTHEN and the feeling i get when revisiting them NOW.
I was explaining this experience to Sam and tears came uninvited.
The strange thing is I didn’t quite understand “WHO” I was then, but Its clear to me now.
Is that how I am? Am I not seeing my true value of who I am today?
Obviously I am not the same person I was- nor should I be.
Time has bettered me.
Experience has changed me.
The connection I had with myself should be the same.
I laugh at my boldness in college and admire my commitment to my journal.
I remembered how wonderful it feels to hear good things about myself.
My journals told me I was important, That I was loved.
That I was beautiful and fun. That I was a good friend.
My journals lack that today. (Due to the fact that entries are few and far between.)
I want to do better in journal writing. It’s who I am.
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