“A diary means yes indeed.” – Gertrude Stein
When I was a young girl, I kept a diary.
The diary was an ordinary silly pink thing that I bought from the only stationery shop in town. I would stay up late in my big, dank room in the basement, alone with my thoughts save for the stark electric light, my dresser, garden table and chair, and queen bed, careful to keep the bathroom door closed so as not to spook myself.
On this bed and way into the wee hours of the morning, I would alternately bury my head in a book or scribble some thoughts in the diary when the mood caught me.
I wrote the life goals that seemed important at the time — what I wanted to do with my life, my wishes, my heart’s desires.
Fast forward 10 years. Time passed, the diary forgotten until rediscovered one day.
It was an important day, a day when I learned an important life lesson that stayed with me forever. It took time, but yes, everything I wrote in that diary came to pass.
EVERYTHING I wrote in that notebook HAPPENED. It totally blew me, I was amazed, a classic Eureka! moment, it hit me like a slap in the face. That’s when I realized that words have power, and I, we, have the power to make things happen.
*I aspire to be justice and mercy combined.
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