I was recently going through one of my accordion organizers when I came across these little pages of things I had written. It literally stopped me in my tracks because I don’t own any small composition books because they are too small. I was looking at these pages and trying to shed some light on when, where, and why because there are more pages and a few were possibly a mixture of a Sunday School lesson and others pondering life decisions. I mean the subject matter in these are from one extreme to the next. I’m only revealing a glimpse into what was coming out of my head at the time of which I am still not sure.
I’m reading some of the words I wrote “Pretend As If”, “Core Values – Center of Orbit”, and “Time in your life when you felt fantastic in the flow”. I’m thinking was this some sort of spontaneous utterance of thoughts or some sort of prompt writing exercise I came across? I read this and it bothers me that I honestly don’t remember anything about these pages that are staring back at me with my very own words. It is scary to be honest with you that I am even sharing them and I am feeling a sense of vulnerability.
I do enjoy reading my journals from past to present and revisiting events and memories. I am always pretty good about writing the date or something that will provide a timeframe of when in my life it was written. This though, remains a mystery. Maybe I need to do more of this and venture out of the box and allow the creative juices to flow.
Spontaneity and impromptu bring it on.
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