hey, I'm Mary Ann
Truth be told, I always begin the day with a glass of water, a cup of coffee, and a journal. Recently I spent almost an hour looking for an ugly Christmas sweater to wear to school in order to be "that" teacher who dresses appropriately for the season.
To my surprise, I found 24 journals tucked away, nicely I might add, in a box near the paint cans. Out of curiosity, I opened one up and dove right in. The particular journal I randomly dug from its resting place was dated to my early 20s. Whether I want to convey my actual age or not on here, I was definitely a much younger and unworldly individual.
Better an oops than a what if...
Needless to say, I abandoned the mission to find the ugly Christmas sweater (RIP, oh knitted one), poured myself a glass of wine, and read all 24 journals. Some of the things written were absolute rubbish.
Then I hit this really Pivotal moment where i ask it's today or never!
Who writes nearly 70 pages on a crush who ended up joining the seminary! (Update, he's a great priest now!) I have the liberty to highly criticize these journals for I am the rightful owner, and can say any insult to my demise.
That was the exact moment it all changed for me. When I started owning my own story...
Now I'm sure you're wondering if I read the books in order- OF COURSE I DID! How else would you read your own journals. These journals began in high school, and it was a bit nostalgic visiting the younger me. More importantly though, I ended up reading, remembering, and discovering that I have grown.
And now i'm going to help you own yours.
Life experiences, big and small, have molded me to the woman who is currently writing this blog now. The only difference is that those 24 journals will remain in their resting place in the garage, and this time I take you along with me on this journey of life!
can't live without
helping you find
the word "moist",
that hustle game
"I HAVE A DEEPLY HIDDEN and inarticulate desire for something beyond the daily
— VIRGINIA WOOLF
WORdS TO LIVE BY