I think it's been almost 2 years since I wrote in my little devotional.
Prompted by a tiny existentialist dilemma, I logged in (I only seem to write when I'm sad or troubled or extra introspective, which is a bad only because, looking back, I never remember what made me happy again).
I found these photos sitting in my drafts folder.
So a series of pictures, lost as a draft, raised from the dead, blooming with promise, is a perfect re-entry into the practice of cathartically spewing the contents of my mind, safely anonymous. Weird posts, like breadcrumbs I leave for my future self. Remember when.
I'm promising myself something right now. Self: don't edit yourself. Just write out what you're thinking/ feeling. No one gives a shit. No one's reading. Except the future, hopefully better version, of you.
