It's painful to go back and read what I wrote just a short two weeks ago. So hopeful, maybe moreso prideful, in my connections. So excited that everything was changing for the best
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Everyone's journals that I read gives me a little vicarious life experience. That being said:
I love reading your journal. You are eloquent with your words, I always feel like I can see through you to the image that you are creating with your writing. Thank you.
I am mucho jealous of your solitairy road trip. It sounds incredibly cleansing.
Awesome, beautiful post. This was my favourite piece of prose, "Rolling hills that take in whatever color the sky offers....". I am also much inspired by your decision to never let stagnation take hold again.
It sounds like you had a wonderfully memorable voyage. I have often wished that I had been in a position, (and if in that position, brave enough!), to take a solo trip like that. I think it would make one very aware of oneself. I hope when life is trying, (and note I said trying, not doing), to beat you down; you will remember the colors, the smell of the clean air, the textures of life that many of us rarely feel and it helps you bust through whatever the world and it's suck-ass occupants throw at you. ♥
btw, you should've waved at me as your went through Indiana. ;)
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I love reading your journal. You are eloquent with your words, I always feel like I can see through you to the image that you are creating with your writing. Thank you.
I am mucho jealous of your solitairy road trip. It sounds incredibly cleansing.
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btw, you should've waved at me as your went through Indiana. ;)
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