Reading my journal from more than three years ago, there are some things I miss…
…but more things I’m glad to have behind me. I can read between the lines because I wrote them; the sentences are just a starting point into the memory of the worries, concerns, hopes, and feelings that swirled around me then.
I feel so old all of a sudden. Maybe I hold onto things for too long. Or maybe not long enough.
If you don’t mind me asking, how old are you?
I don’t mind at all. I’m 25. When I write it down it doesn’t seem that old. I think it’s just when I string together experiences… Heh.
:o)
i read your entries from three years ago. i’m still sorry about all of that. God brought each of us through. i’m glad you’re doing well.
Thanks for the thought. Sounds like you had a grand time in Utah… I’m glad you got a chance to go–I know that’s someplace you’ve wanted to return to ever since Outward Bound.
Hope you’re having a great day :)