Kaleidoscope: A Journal

In high school, my theater teacher had us sit in silence for ten minutes at the beginning of every class to write in a journal. She kept them in a locked filing cabinet and denied anyone ever going back and reading them. Even ourselves.

I had a love-hate relationship with the practice. Yes, it was nice to have a set time for self-reflection every day, but the idea of no one ever reading them just rubbed me the wrong way. 8 years later, I still can't bring myself to free-write consistently for no one to hear. I can't seem to scream into the void like she wanted.

So I'll do it here. My hope is that something I write is good. Not necessarily in a grandiose way. Maybe I've gone through something that makes someone else feel less alone. Maybe I get to feel less alone too.

Here I am.

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