It's strange being able to go back four years and read thoughts that I once had.
I found my notebooks from high school when I knew everything about anything and when the things that mattered most to be me were far different from whats important now.
It makes me sick to my stomach to read and yet I do and can recall every emotion/feeling/thought to go with each date on the pages. Each date in a breakroom.
Also, a ticket stub. From a night of pure freedom.
I'm grateful for my past and what I have experienced but I'm more grateful for my future and for grace.
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