Someday, when I look back, I’ll see how much I’ve changed and grown on the inside. Even if no one else notices, I will and that is all that will matter to me. – Jennifer Goff age 13
I’ve moved my desk/ office/ craft/ genealogy/ sewing space to my bedroom. I needed more light. I figured the move would help inspire me to write more with natural light from the windows. I wasn’t using office as more than a place to contain clutter. I usually ended up at the kitchen bar on my laptop writing. Staring at a sink full of dirty dishes across the kitchen counter from where you are typing, left me feeling guilty.
In the process of my move, I’ve found lots of papers I wrote in school. I’ve unearthed poetry, letters and creative writing pieces. I have revisited 2 boxes of journals. I’ve rediscovered my passion for writing. As I’ve re-read my past, I’ve remembered what it felt like to be compelled to put pen to paper and articulate thoughts swirling in my mind. I remember the urge to express myself to be heard and understood.
I’ve been thinking about this paper I found all day. It has been 25 years since I wrote it. I have changed and grown a lot. I am also the same, and that surprises me. Though my life is different, and experiences have molded and defined my personality, I’m still Jen. I am emotional, passionate about my beliefs, and easily excitable. I look for the good in others. Most importantly, I still love to write.