Collection

My journal collection is by far the best idea I’ve ever had.

I was flipping through the pages of one of my journals because I needed something to take notes in. As I’m flipping through it I see the most genuine comments. Comments I thought I never wrote down from fear of being completely honest with myself. Yet, there it was in plain English what I’ve felt all along. I guess there was atleast one day that I thought sugar coating it just wouldn’t do.

I also saw the goals I had, the plans I was making (in extraordinary detail I might add) some of which actually came true, and others that I haven’t thought about at all since then. My memory is pretty pathetic but with all my journals at arms length I’ll be able to tell my grandchildren stories like they happened yesterday.

Why I’m not minoring in Creative Writing? I don’t know.