When I was a kid I wanted to write a book.
I loved writing and I still do. From seventh grade until my Junior year of high school, I documented my daily experiences in hopes that some day I’d look back on them for a good laugh..or a good cry.
I ran across my journal from middle school and I must say, I’m pretty impressed. Aside from the heinous handwriting, my grammar was on point! My journal entries triggered memories that would have been lost in the intricate folds of my mind had I not written them down.
As self-absorbed as this sounds, I’ve inspired myself to write again. I want to take time to write important and maybe some not-so-important events down so I have something dope to look back on when I’m old and my memory starts to give out. As I move forward and become overwhelmed with school and (hopefully) work, I want to make sure I don’t lose myself in the process.
