I’m a journaler. I write everything down. On work memos, in notebooks, the back of takeout menus, in notes on my phone. I wake up in the middle of the night to scribble things down and then never look at any of it again. Recently I found myself sitting in my floor surrounded by 10 years of journals and looseleaf pages filled with my signature loopy half-cursive, half-print handwriting.
Words. Poems. Lists. Mantras. Moments. Journal entries.
Scribbles straight from the brain.
Can I share them with you?