I was right all along.

I was right all along.

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.”

2 thoughts on “I was right all along.

  1. It is interesting to go back and read your old journals and find the rare moments of clarity that you’ve forgotten about.

  2. Life is so like that! It’s like the Conference talks we hear that we think are amazing (because they are) and we’re so resolved to change and become so much better when we realize that we’ve taken the exact same notes before and made the exact same resolves! Just for the record though, I’m sure glad that you’re you- and that you are who you are. Ü

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