As I have grow older, the reality that someone unintended could read my journal is clear. I don't know how many eyes have scanned the pages of my thought process, but I'm not concerned. I'm sure there are plenty who have peeked.
A few years ago, I decided that my journals would remain uncensored. In other words, I would not refrain from writing things that were not to be shared with the world. If I have ever left you alone in a room with my journal, it means that I don't expect you to read it, but if you did, I trust you enough to keep whatever you see close to your heart and far from your lips. If I am shunned because of something I write in my journal, then so be it.
I see my journal as a safe place for me to empty the loose change in my brain. If you've ever dumped out a jar of change, you know that there is some dirt and strangeness in that jar along with the coins. My journal is no different.
In the future, I will write my story and at that time, I will not omit experiences or feelings from fear of being judged. I believe in facing the brutal facts and being honest about them. I've had to be honest with myself and others in ways I didn't plan for lately. As scary as facing the facts can be, it always leaves me with a refreshing feeling. It's like when you crack the window in the dead of winter for a blast of fresh air.
I believe in honesty and open hearts.
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