I haven’t written as much as I wanted to lately—there’s just too much going on in my head to focus on one thing.
Summer is here, and all the reruns are on TV. I’ve been serious about using this time to get back to writing. But honestly, this isn’t exactly how I wanted to start again…
I’ve been re-reading what I wrote back in 1994. So many emotions—raw and all mine. At first, I got a bit bored because my past diaries all seemed to say the same thing. I felt sorry for the person I was back then—always sad—and that really bothers me.
I wish I could’ve known then what I know now. I know everyone says that—I’m definitely not alone. Lol. Honestly, I wish I had figured that out ten years ago.
Now, I’m content with myself. I wish I’d had that peace a decade ago. But I’m humble and grateful for where I am now. I’ve accepted it, because I’ve finally closed that door on who I was—for good.
Then I noticed it—the pattern. That same pattern repeating over and over, more times than I could count. And I started laughing my ass off! I couldn’t believe what I was reading. The same situations kept showing up again and again.
