Introduction (It’s been a while)
I keep journals full of stream of thought writing. And I promised myself not to read them until at least six months have passed. I realized when I first began to sift through them, that they were full of some pretty deep and brilliant insights. These insights would just come in a moment, unexpectedly after at least a page and a half of complete mumbo-jumbo, (i.e. Talking about how much my hand hurts, or complaining about something completely ridiculous.) But when it came to the insightful moments, they would move me to tears. They were right to the core of who I was being in the moment.