Besides remembering I had the worst penmanship of any writer-or any considered an artist-I remembered who I was through my journal and found myself using it often.
Suddenly, this thing I was skeptical about, that I thought wouldn't apply to me did, and I was writing about any and everything my crowded brain was holding since middle school.
So, on behalf of my past, present, and future self I thank you. I thank you from the bottom of my heart for making me remember who I was. Probably an avid writer, more or less a wishy-washy.