I’ve been going through old journals. Its been an exercise in humbling myself and giving me insight into what my soul has to say. The story doesn’t necessarily change, the characters, however, do.
Most of my writing tends to be nuggets of wisdom I need to reiterate to myself. It's like my words on the page are being spoken from my soul. And my eyes need to catch up. They are subtle (and not so subtle) reminders of the work that I need to continue to do, the areas of opportunity outside of growth but also relay passion, excitement, and truth.
For example, this prompt:
“This is how I give direction to my love”.
My response:
I wear it on my sleeve. I accept that it involves risks and outcomes I cannot control. I make no apologies for it. I pay attention to where I spend my time and energy — ask myself — do I enjoy this? Does it make me happy? Focusing on what matters in this life:
the people who I learn from
the relationships that make me grow and shift perspective
the passion for things that bring me ultimate joy: travel, art, yoga, music, and writing.
my attitude and ability to change it even when I am down and out
living my truth and authentic self, in every way.
