That's practically 12 years of documentation. My ups. My downs. My revelations. My pity parties. My growth.
Why is this significant? Welp, I wholeheartedly believe that documentation is essential. There are days, especially as a creative, when you feel down, unworthy, not good enough, and every other negative feeling. Journals, diaries, notes, or whatever you want to call it show you how far you've come. A journal is a gratitude book. It shows you that pain and other challenges are temporary. That although you grow up and mature, you still have those childhood dreams that excite you.
You know it's funny, when I start feeling stuck I'll read one of my journals and see some sort of confirmation. Maybe it's an idea I've had for years that I've put on the back burner or a warning not to pass up an obvious opportunity. It's also amazing to see how long I've procrastinated on doing what I've always desired -- write meaningful, well-penned books. In due time.
Until then, I'll keep writing my thoughts and documenting my life's journey. This blog is just another layer to that collection. I cannot wait to see what this will look like one year from now, 10 years even. Oh how things would probably be different. So spectacular and amazing, it'll probably be something beyond my wildest dreams.