So, I was going through some of my old emails and stumbled upon this folder that I created for myself. I wrote letters to myself quite often, detailing the events in my life...an online "email journal" if you will. It was brief, but informative. It's so crazy to look back at my writing back then and to see how far I've come from where I've been. The things I was going through and how I learned to cope - it's pretty inspiring thinking about it now - I've come a long way, even though it really doesn't feel like it - I still have yet so far to go. Anywho - I was actually more surprised at how much "poetry" (if I really want to call it that) that i wrote back then too - I mean, it wasn't on some Maya Angelou shit - it was really rhymie chimie stuff... but, it's just so weird. I feel so different and detached from who I was back then, but - when I look back, in essence, I was the exact same Yvonne - it's just the circumstances that I was in and certain decisions that I made that made me perceive myself as different. Deep down in the core, in my personal thoughts, in my hopes, dreams, fears... in the stuff that really makes someone who they are - my character, my heart, my soul.... it's always been the same - I've always been me - I'm just starting to find myself and know myself now... man.. life is so crazy - I love how I can learn from myself just from reading my writing - definitely inspired me to write to myself more often now - and to explore my artsy side - whatever may be there - even if it is the rhymie chimey stuff - it's me :)
