I'm currently out on a work trip across the country and in the process of writing a new post.
Below, is a super rough draft of what I've been working on. The completed post will be up in the next two weeks.
I lost my last journal. It was extremely personal. In it, I wrote about beliefs that I've allowed to limit me, innermost fears, and past experiences that I still feel guilt and shame about to this day. I was writing in it on a flight home and thought that I packed it in my bag upon descent, but that wasn't the case.
After I lost it, I went through a nearly month long period of grieving. I simply could not function properly. I was in such a funky mood that I just couldn't bring myself to write another word.
How could I have been so careless? Why wouldn't I check to make sure that my journal was in my bag before I deplaned?
Then the thought of someone reading all about me: stuff that I've held onto for a lifetime, stuff I've told to very few people, stuff that I've thought, but haven't said, just killed me. I wasn't ready for that, but what choice did I have?
Not sure whether someone read it and shared my brand of crazy with others. Maybe they all had a good laugh at my expense. Cackled at my exposed feelings, judged my not so finest hours as harshly as I have. Or maybe, there was something on those pages that spoke to them...
Let me know what you think so far! The completed piece will be up the Wednesday after next. Have a great day!
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