If you read the comments on my previous post, you will notice that my friend Allison asked me the date of that particular event in our freshman year adventures, and I was indeed able to find that date in my old records. It took some digging, but I did it. Actually, I only had to look in two of the thirty-plus journals I’ve filled. Which is probably a good thing because if I’d had to dig much more it would probably have resulted in a book-burning party in the park. I was pretty pathetic at times. Okay, all the time. But I did make an important discovery: I already know everything about myself. The past few months I’ve been ruminating on certain issues in my life and making discoveries as to who I am and how I got to be that way. I felt like I was finally starting to accept and understand things about myself that I hadn’t been able to before. Hooray for me, right?
And then I go back in my journals and find that 6 1/2 years ago I was making the exact same discovery about myself. Exactly. I bet if I went back to 7th grade I’d find out that I’ve known this all along. If I may paraphrase Journey, “Oh the joy of rediscovering me. I’m forever mine. Faithfully.”