Moments of clarity
Periods of pain
Hours of happiness
surrounded by tears
I filled another journal today. The one that I carry in my purse so that I have it with me at all times. It is filled with my thoughts, schedules, notes, phones numbers, pain, happiness and above all, growth. I am not the same woman who started the journal, too much has happened: scars have been created; wounds opened and healed; situations better understood; a person's true spirit revealed; friendships strengthened, created, and explored, are all a part of the journey through this filled journal. There is something so bittersweet about the journey through the pages of a journal. So as I reminisce through mine, where I started and how I ended up, I look forward to my next journey beginning. The crisp virgin paper thirsty for my words. Ready and willing to feel my hand upon their smoothness as my journey continues. The seduction of an empty journal is so very powerful.
Periods of pain
Hours of happiness
surrounded by tears
I filled another journal today. The one that I carry in my purse so that I have it with me at all times. It is filled with my thoughts, schedules, notes, phones numbers, pain, happiness and above all, growth. I am not the same woman who started the journal, too much has happened: scars have been created; wounds opened and healed; situations better understood; a person's true spirit revealed; friendships strengthened, created, and explored, are all a part of the journey through this filled journal. There is something so bittersweet about the journey through the pages of a journal. So as I reminisce through mine, where I started and how I ended up, I look forward to my next journey beginning. The crisp virgin paper thirsty for my words. Ready and willing to feel my hand upon their smoothness as my journey continues. The seduction of an empty journal is so very powerful.
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