If I were me ten years ago...
Never would I ever imagine being where I am right now.
I'm a very nostalgic person.
I love to read my old journals.
I love that I took the time to write.
Handwritten...I really wrote hard, too. So the imprints make it all the more real.
Some journal entries are happy, a lot are sad.
I was a sad, depressed teenager once I hit my sophomore year of high school.
It makes me want to hug the girl who wrote those sad entries. I am 99% sure I was crying 99% of the time I wrote in that journal.
My favorite journal is from when I was 14-15...When I first decided it was important to write down my thoughts.
I was so innocent in such a funny way, yet so insightful at the same time.
Fourteen year old me would have pictured me in medical school right now, working so hard to be a pediatric surgeon. Little did she know my hands are far too shaky to do that, and I have no patience for medical school.
I'm glad I was right about the medical field and pediatrics though.
Fourteen year old me would think without a doubt I would be married, right after college.
Part of me is glad she got that wrong.
She would think I was on the east coast, hopefully near the beach..Somewhere south.
Kind of sad she was wrong about that.
The truth is, even though we are the same person, I have changed so much. My sarcasm and sassiness is definitely the same. I'm still insightful. I am thankful for that...But in ten years, a lot can change; more than I ever could have comprehended as fourteen year old me.
BUT I'm going to end this on a lighthearted note....
Artifacts from my past:
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| I was fourteen in this picture. Fly me to the moon! |
Mom, Dad, I'm sorry...But this was from a crazy New Year's Eve in 2004 where Nichole, Sara and I pretended to be college students...An off-duty State Trooper was there serving us beer from a keg, and we don't remember the rest.
Fun nights at my house, just being silly 15-16 year olds.
On that note, over and out.
Love, Young Little Amy.
