Possible Origins
All my life my mother has been telling me to keep a journal. I’m not sure why, but it’s what she wanted for me and when they say mothers know best…well you know how that goes. But enough about her; this is all about me!
I was pretty excited when I started keeping up with the whole journal thing. It opened up a whole new world of possibilities: like “Hey, maybe one day I’ll be able to write an epic novel!” or, “If anyone ever reads this in the future they’re going to be so jealous of what we got here on Earth!”
These were just some of the thoughts that popped into my head as soon as I started filling up page after page full of notes
Emoji Translation
According To The Kids… “Write Your Life’s Events In A Journal” Can Be Encrypted As = 🖋🤳📙
What Does It Mean?
I have a journal. I write in it every day, sometimes twice a day. But not to tell my life story, because no one cares about that. Instead, I make up what’s happening to me each day; the most creative thing possible (which isn’t hard). One time when I was traveling through Vietnam, all of my entries were like this: “I got out of bed and had breakfast outside on the porch eating fresh strawberries.”
My Reaction Upon First Read
Lucky Numbers
5, 18, 21, 36, 55, 21.
