Each of us are fighting battles, tending to wounds, and accepting scars; this year I’ve been on an intensive journey of self-love, awareness, and acceptance, and even though life is getting better I didn’t realize how much compassion and patience I’d need to give myself.
As is always advised I retraced my steps. Then I did it again and again, circling around the house.
With no sign of it, I asked my mom, “Have you seen my journal?”
“I hope I didn’t loose it somewhere… oh no,” The implications of what that risked struck me, “I wrote about my crushes! And my teenage angst! …er, my adult angst?!”
Freshly endangered of angst exposed, my mind veered from ashes to an elaborate mural of memory. Engulfed by high-stakes hide and seek… I found my journal in mere moments, left in a decommissioned backpack.
Author’s Note: I wrote this post a couple months ago, and I haven’t misplaced my journal since – not out of fear but being organized and responsible. Yay for adulting.
Do you keep a journal? Would you be embarrassed if someone else read it?
Last October I finally attempted monthly goals posts (attempt), and in homage to my favorite holiday, I’m back in the blogosphere to try again. *fireworks* And hopefully I’m here to stay. 🎃🎉
I’ve got 22 days left to write a book that I haven’t even started. It’s that time of the year…
My passion for crystals has reignited, and I’m learning how to utilize their powers to help others and myself. Up until now I’d been researching online, but I made my studies official with a trip to the library!
Love, you’ve got petals and thorns, and that’s your beauty. Nobody deserves to make you believe otherwise. You are a rose.
Haven’t done one of these in awhile…