I recently had occasion to revisit some old journals. For the record, such an opportunity for self-reflection is awesome, and it also sucks. I can see how far I’ve come, and also I can see how ridiculous I once was. I will say that I was not all ridiculous. I was also awesome. Those qualities are in different concentrations now. I hope more of the latter and less of the former.
Sigh.
No, I will not share excerpts. You’d have to pay me, and publish me in your book. In fact, although I often say that I can be bought, I think you might not be able to pay me enough.
I read some of my journals from my adolescence a few months ago- it was horrifying. I had to throw them out to hide my rediculousness. It is scary to go back there and I am SOOO glad that I am not a teenager anymore.