I recently dug into some old journals and sketchbooks from my early 20s.
These little historical documents have traveled with me through every single move and every phase of my life.
My biggest discovery? I have always been a writer and a poet. I just forgot over the years.
All of this falls in line with a pattern I see emerging from the work I’ve been doing for the last 20 years. It’s not so much a discovery as it is a remembrance.
Somewhere in those pages, that 22-year-old left me some love notes. I’m finally reading them.
