Today was a fog… It was the second to last day. I can’t really remember much about the morning, except that I got swimmer’s itch. Blah blah, the day went on… back to evening service. Today was the first day I saw Teresa unhappy. They were talking about God calling us, like telling someone to be a missionary or something. Well I got mine, and Teresa got hers. I saw her talking to Pastor Kevin and she was a little shaky. After that I was looking for her, and found her lying on the floor, crying. I guess she was really confused. She got a calling. God told her to be a children’s pastor. No one can no about mine because you’ll have to find out for yourself. I’m so tired.
Born in 1996
Over the coming months, I'll be publishing several journal entries a day in chronological order. I began journaling in 2007, when I was eleven years old. Even then I wrote as though I were archiving my life, collecting details about my world. As I grew older, journaling became more of a description of my emotional world.
I am an aspiring creative nonfiction writer who is producing very little since graduating college this Spring. But with this unusually thorough account of my entire adolescence, I feel as though I have been given a gift that has been under my nose this whole time.
This is a practice in forgiveness and vulnerability. It is also a way to laugh at myself.
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