j o u r n a l i n g .

 

Today I visited my old journal.

Old as in 2012.

I was surprised at how many times I had actually written, and what I had written about.

I remembered moments of pure joy, nervousness, peace, anger, and loneliness. 

For the first time in my life, I finally understand why writing in a journal is so rewarding and neat. 

 

I wrote letters to God all the time. For some reason, I found it hard to pray sometimes--I think that was due to my surroundings and friends. But I didn't want to stop talking to Him, so I wrote. (Which I'm positive were translated into prayers.)

 

 

Hahahaha. Apparently I decided I wanted to become President on the exact same day Neil Armstrong died? August 25th, 2012.

 I also just decided that regardless of my job in the future, I will never wear any type of suit. 

 

"Today. Today I went for a walk, hoping to find myself. Instead, I found God. I found Him in the clouds that swallowed up the mountain I call home. I found Him in the snow-kissed trees; the evergreens scattered along the fresh snow. I found Him in every inhale and exhale I took. I found God."