Writing offers many blessings. One is the ability to look back and hear ourselves in a different stage.
I woke up this morning thinking, “I am changing.” I know we are always changing, but I don’t recall ever being so conscious of it. It’s a bit unsettling to me. I think it’s part of getting older and gaining awareness (and wisdom).
When I read my old journals and cringe, I switch to “mom mode” and love myself as I would my own child if I had one, unconditionally.
Forget being mortified - what I want to know was did you ride the American Eagle and did you stand in line for an extra 2 hours to get a seat in the front row? Some of the best moments of my life happened at Great America. I now live 10 minutes from Six Flags of Georgia and it's just not the same.
I only dabbled in diary-ing when I was younger - think the first page-and-a-half of a then abandoned volume, multiplied across many false-started attempts! - but now that I'm in my late forties I wish not only that I'd kept a diary since the year dot but also that I now had an entire bookcase stuffed with my diary archive... 🙄
I love your liberal use of exclamation marks - your enthusiasm for life is bursting out right there! 😁
Writing offers many blessings. One is the ability to look back and hear ourselves in a different stage.
I woke up this morning thinking, “I am changing.” I know we are always changing, but I don’t recall ever being so conscious of it. It’s a bit unsettling to me. I think it’s part of getting older and gaining awareness (and wisdom).
When I read my old journals and cringe, I switch to “mom mode” and love myself as I would my own child if I had one, unconditionally.
Love wins.
Thank you for sharing this. ❤️
Forget being mortified - what I want to know was did you ride the American Eagle and did you stand in line for an extra 2 hours to get a seat in the front row? Some of the best moments of my life happened at Great America. I now live 10 minutes from Six Flags of Georgia and it's just not the same.
With love from your fellow Chicago suburbanite
I love that you shared all this, I recently did some memoir prep by looking at old entries too....I’m so glad I’m not alone in all the cringing. Lol
I love how you always ended by encouraging yourself in an upbeat way.
Double Bubble was my jam ♾️
I absolutely loved this post!
I only dabbled in diary-ing when I was younger - think the first page-and-a-half of a then abandoned volume, multiplied across many false-started attempts! - but now that I'm in my late forties I wish not only that I'd kept a diary since the year dot but also that I now had an entire bookcase stuffed with my diary archive... 🙄
I love your liberal use of exclamation marks - your enthusiasm for life is bursting out right there! 😁