Thank you for finding the words to describe the angst that also fills my own past journal pages. I, too, circle around the same questions. I get tired of myself. I want to not care. But I still care a little and I’m kinda mad about it. 😆
So real! So relatable :) And you, Emily, are one of the most generous souls that I know of, with what you find there. Thanks for going to your past pages, and thanks especially for consistently coming back to us and offering your boons!
I love that you wrote about going through old journals. I do too sometimes but reading your piece made me realize that maybe I’m also doing so with that question in the back of my mind, “Am I good?” I always come away feeling like I’ve entered a time warp, and am astonished by how many “revelations” that I think I’ve just had I’ve actually already had, and had, and had…. A spiral indeed. Psyched to dive into your writing! 🌀
I enjoy rereading journals and discovering ways I captured life and my journey with God and all of it. There are times when I have written from a place of fantastic aliveness and there are others when I am asking the same questions that I always ask... maybe not the exact one you do, Aram, but it's a funny little script that comes around again and again. God is longsuffering. ;) to be sure. Grateful there is also chesed, that steadfast love that never lets us go no matter how many times we ask the question or play that familiar card. Maybe I need to go reread some soon and then move them up to the top shelf. My top shelf needs to up it's game, I guess.
You are gloriously good and I hope you still wrestle and prove and explore the fullness of life in all its shite and shine tomorrow and the next day and fill the top shelf with fresh journals and some fine bottles. Love you, proud of you. Poplola
Thank you for sharing. I am certain that I too revisit themes in my journaling, but to reread my journals would require a significant and sustained improvement in my penmanship 🤷♂️
Thank you for finding the words to describe the angst that also fills my own past journal pages. I, too, circle around the same questions. I get tired of myself. I want to not care. But I still care a little and I’m kinda mad about it. 😆
So real! So relatable :) And you, Emily, are one of the most generous souls that I know of, with what you find there. Thanks for going to your past pages, and thanks especially for consistently coming back to us and offering your boons!
🫶🏻Right back at ya.
I love that you wrote about going through old journals. I do too sometimes but reading your piece made me realize that maybe I’m also doing so with that question in the back of my mind, “Am I good?” I always come away feeling like I’ve entered a time warp, and am astonished by how many “revelations” that I think I’ve just had I’ve actually already had, and had, and had…. A spiral indeed. Psyched to dive into your writing! 🌀
I enjoy rereading journals and discovering ways I captured life and my journey with God and all of it. There are times when I have written from a place of fantastic aliveness and there are others when I am asking the same questions that I always ask... maybe not the exact one you do, Aram, but it's a funny little script that comes around again and again. God is longsuffering. ;) to be sure. Grateful there is also chesed, that steadfast love that never lets us go no matter how many times we ask the question or play that familiar card. Maybe I need to go reread some soon and then move them up to the top shelf. My top shelf needs to up it's game, I guess.
You are gloriously good and I hope you still wrestle and prove and explore the fullness of life in all its shite and shine tomorrow and the next day and fill the top shelf with fresh journals and some fine bottles. Love you, proud of you. Poplola
Thank you for sharing. I am certain that I too revisit themes in my journaling, but to reread my journals would require a significant and sustained improvement in my penmanship 🤷♂️
I love this. You are living the questions.