Twenty-three. Employed. Part-time Student. Painter/Artist.
I cannot even begin to describe how excited I am for the Strength In Numbers concert! Only 20 days!
Only one dilemma, I have no clue what to wear…
I’ve decided to start a help get me through college/giving back project.
I have the idea, now I just need a good name…
Be on the look out for updates :)
Although I’m not 100% caught up on my school work just yet, I feel SO accomplished tonight!
Great feeling to end the night with!
As a reward to myself, I will be watching whatever mindless movie I can find on TV and crocheting :)
I just wrote the first “Lettres Jamais Envoyées” in my journal. Once I closed it up, put my pen down I got anxious and worried. I started thinking what if the person(s) I wrote about realize it’s them. This could definitely cause some issues. Then, I realized I wrote it in a journal. I didn’t post it on tumblr, or write some semi-encoded, but fairly obviously passive aggressive status update on facebook. It’s in my journal, for only me to read (or others, if I so choose to share). It’s safe. No worries. No anxiety.
Bought this beautiful journal today :)
I want to keep a central theme or idea to this journal, instead of just having it be a notebook I jot down anything in, like all my other journal/notebooks are.
Someone mentioned the other day that they had wrote a letter to someone they are never going to send.
This is not an unheard of idea, and I’ve written letters to people before, never intending to send them.
I also realized that when I was doing the “30 Day Challenge” (which I never finished), I stopped on “Day 8 - Three things you want to say to different people”.
I stopped here because I realized my fear of possibly causing problems/drama by writing something to someone who remains “anonymous” when there are people following me on here who know who I am, and may know the people I’m addressing anonymously, and the assumptions and or truth that they discover from reading posts like these.
Not worth even the possibility of causing problems or drama to me. Not even if it’s someone else’s fault for jumping to conclusions and not asking me for clarification. I would also be one to blame for posting the information publicly on the internet for people to interpret any way they choose.
Therefore, my new, beautiful, antique-ish looking journal is now officially deemed “Mes Lettres Jamais Envoyées”. (I chose French because I’ve been extremely inspired by everything French today, and of course, because it sounds sexier and more mysterious.)
This is my public cry out to you.
I surrender unto you, all of me.
Lovingly yours, Jessica
I’ve been a week without a vehicle, one more day won’t kill me right?
But the stress from it all just might.