Because I sat down to journal about one thing, and in the end found that I’d apparently needed to write about something else entirely.
Sort of.
Funny
“It’s funny, in a way. Weird. You sit down to write one thing, and suddenly your mind has something entirely else coming out your fingers. Funny, how you can have so many selves at the same time. The self your brain is spinning a tale of off the top of its tongue, the self you’re thinking right now. The self who thinks that this is what you have to say, this is what you have to write.
And then there’s the self that flies off your fingertips, once you start to let your soul do the talking.
Funny, being a self.”
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