I’ve kept a journal since I was 14…so I have 20 years of writing. I think I’m up to 23 journals that I keep in a chest. When I’m having a particularly bad day, I go back to my early journals to see what I was ‘tripping’ so much about. It’s amazing to see things like stressing over a calc exam when that was the biggest worry I had…or dealing with the near death of my mother that makes today’s worries seem so small. Or reading page upon page about Tommy and how I just loved him soooooooo much only to now question ‘who in the beep was Tommy?!’ to make me realize that the hurt from my latest break up shall too pass.

Life’s good.