Baskets that make piles of this and that look presentable.
Remind you whats important wall words
& do it
myself yourself black and white magazine cut outs in black frames.
Every single journal of mine from the past six years. Writing is a passion of mine, and I have used writing as an escape from the world, maybe even a form of therapy I guess you could call it. Reading back on these has been so strange for me, is it possible to find inspiration from the words of who you used to be? Reading back on my journals, I actually found my self in awe about the unique realness and authenticity of my words. " Do I still have that?" I ask myself. Is it possible that that innocent young girl who would say whatever the hell she wants still exists in me? I mean I really sat there and was like, damn Veronica.... Thank you. Thank you for recording the good times, the anger, the bitchiness, the confusion, the gratefulness, the struggles, the good times, the loves and all the uncensored thoughts.
After reading all of my journals including my old online live journal, all of my collections of personal recollections of life has made me feel as if I have some sort of writers block, or is it just because I haven't exercised it enough? One thing that I am so thankful for is that I actually took time out to chronicle my life, where I was in thatrandom point in my life. I have shown myself how much I have grown and changed as a human being. Its like seeing an old friend from years ago. You think they are still the same until you really encounter them face to face and you have realized how much time has really passed.
Right now I am feeling:
Self Inspired (so exuberating)
Accomplished (from where I started)
Here is to writing so much more, to opening up more on my blog as who I am through my words, to all of those who have encountered what I have with reuniting with my passion and have been successful.