June 7, 2012
I always thought I had more journals that I actually do. There's only about 5 notebooks that are completely full. Reminding myself of this turned into an arduous process while going through the nightstand in the corner of my walk-in closet. Arduous because doing so requires more time than what's available to me in a work night. In addition to the 5 notebooks, there are folders with old emails, typed essays, a middle school yearbook, college newspapers, notebooks with only a dozen pages of entries and/or random poems. I can't throw anything out, of course. It defines me.