Obviously, I have a passion for writing. This didn’t just come up out of the blue though. I’ve actually been scribbling out words in diaries and journals since I was a little girl. I fill the pages with my deepest thoughts and secrets, lessons that i’ve learned, letters to God and other impactful people, whimsical ideas that pop into my head. My mind is endless and so are the pages.
So that’s why these journals have documented every heartbreak, tear, struggle. Every awkward, cringey moment that is way too painful to ever think about writing about, but I do anyways. These pages contain every moment of pure joy, every huge decision ever made, every story to remember.
I hope to one day to show these journals to my children- specifically my daughters (hopefully I have kids! and daughters!) I want them to know that their mother has been through trials and obstacles. As a little lady, as a teenager girl, as a young woman, and so on. And that they’re going to struggle as well.
I want them to know that despite all of the dust and tear stains, their mother turned out okay- joyous and glowing even. I want them to know it’s okay to feel too deeply. It’s okay to plant a seed, nurture it, watch it grow, bloom, and flourish, and cry if it wilts. Just as long as they know that there’s always another seed to plant. As long as they never stop nurturing. And remember there’s always room to grow.