A Full Life of the Mind

THE PEOPLE HAVE SPOKEN (and, no, I'm not talking about the most recent presidential election). It looks like this post will involve a lot of the writing I write when I'm emotional, happy, thoughtful, or bored. This will include a lot of my inner feelings or feelings that are not necessarily mine but someone else's, who had inspired me. I say all that as a precaution. Why? I don't usually share my writing. As an aspiring writer, this shouldn't be the case, but it is. I get nervous! These are my thoughts, my words, my feelings, my observations out there for anyone in the world to see. If that sentence didn't terrify you, then please teach me your ways. I was actually explaining to my best friend, Fitzgerald, last night that I want people to want to read my writing but I don't actually want them to read it. It's so ridiculous. But, can you blame me? This is what I want to do with my entire life. I want to help, to feed, to inspire, to educ

So, you saw the title of this post. You kinda have an idea what I'm gonna talk about. It's been almost three years since my bff, Lizzy, and I started to write in a journal daily and share it on a page on google docs. There are so many perks and so many cons to journaling. A huge perk is that you get to write about all the good things that are happening in your life and everything you're struggling with. It's the best way to get everything out! BUTTTTTTT on the other hand, I reread my struggles sometimes and I feel the pain all over again. This happened yesterday. I was rereading my first few entries of 2016 and wondering how the heck I survived (okay, that was super intense. I may have over exaggerated that a little bit). But for real! A girl stressed about picking a college, her senior year, friends, and having some serious boy drama on top of it all, my entries were extremely sad and frustrated. I don't blame me either! Even early 2016 Ella knew it c