The other day I wanted to write in my journal. I used to be in better habit of recording my thoughts, and daily activities, but working and going to school has presented a time constraint that I have not been able to work around. I hardly write in my journal anymore. The first journal entry was written December 25, 2005 and the next one was written on October 10, 2006...what I was doing in between this time will forever be a mystery. I wrote in my journal the other day (April 25, 2007, it would seem as though I have started a habit of writing only one journal entry a year, as if I were trying to save paper), and as I opened my journal I read the previous entry from October 10, 2006 and was surprised by what I wrote. I love that feeling of being surprised at your own thoughts, reading that entry felt as though I was having a conversation with my prior self from one year ago. I encourage everyone to converse with their previous selves, if anything just to compare who you were to who you are now. This was my entry on the 10th of October in 2006:
-It takes almost one year to revisit these blank pages. I feel a strong need for a creative outlet. My far fetching dreams are daunting, but I try to visualize my success as much as my rational side will allow. My best work in writing has been without structure, without having purpose, without having a specific point in mind. Jonathon Foer, a young author says, "Let accidents happen." I hope to have an accident real soon. Right now is the most appropriate, and responsible time in my life to actually pursue what I feel is innate to my being. I think people are born with certain intrinsic talents that when developed correctly can flourish into something not even the person can define.
What an entry. It's a strange action, to be reflecting on a past reflection, but I read this and thought, how articulate, how idealistic, how...naive.
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