Playing catchup

I'm doing a lot of reflecting as I sit here on my Nana's iconic patterned mid-century couch in Guntersville, AL anxiously awaiting my big move to New York City. I'm currently looking towards the start of my journaling journey that I started at the beginning of the summer at the tail end of the school year and beginning of postgrad crisis. Journaling and physically writing things down is not a new concept for me. When I moved back into my childhood bedroom at the beginning of August, I took it upon myself to organize and sort through and clean and kinda redecorate the room that watched me grow up. I discovered an abundance of silly heartfelt notes from old friends, memorabilia from preschool through high school and then some, church camp t-shirts that I forgot existed, craft supplies I was excited to explore, a multitude of past show playbills, and lots of dust. In the midst of slowly but surely tearing my entire room apart, I found probably close to 20 journals. Some were full, others were unfinished, and a few were forgotten; blank pages waiting to be filled by my thoughts I guess! These clumps of bound pages held half written songs, invention ideas, silent prayers, as well as words of confusion, hurt, and joy.

I'm going to post some of most notable words here, in this blog, if that's ok. Something to remember me by! Maybe even something to be known for.

P.S.

Here's my current writing view. I felt the need to include the picture of the couch. Also note my Nana's favorite blanket on full display showcasing Papa and her grandchildren (Trey, Lauren, me, and Nick) :') She is the sweetest. More on her later...