{"id":3706,"date":"2023-08-25T13:44:15","date_gmt":"2023-08-25T20:44:15","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/cassielynne.blog\/?p=3706"},"modified":"2023-08-25T13:44:19","modified_gmt":"2023-08-25T20:44:19","slug":"adventuring-with-a-paper-map","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/cassielynne.blog\/adventuring-with-a-paper-map\/","title":{"rendered":"Adventuring With a Paper Map"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
I have kept journals off and on for most of my life. Mostly because I am an external processor; but also to remember. Seeing yourself daily is so much different than viewing photographs. Journal pages provide a glimpse of the journey, sign posts of the achievements, and warnings to the pitfalls.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A few days ago, I decided to go through old journals. I pulled out the tote and began looking through each one. Near the bottom, I found a journal from over a decade ago. It was only partially written in. A few frustrating days of scribbles. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
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\u201cI can\u2019t reach my goals.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI burn people out\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI am always trapped\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know the truth, I can’t trust myself\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n
Years-old lies I wish I could say weren’t still circling my thoughts. The girl who wrote them down didn’t know that she didn’t have to believe them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I picked up the black spiral notebook. A plain cover, but brimming with extra bits of paper and notes. This journal had been through tears, anger, joy, wonder, and so many emotions. Every page was covered in writing top to bottom; even the margins were filled. My warfare book, my “before and after” season. It tells a story of life and healing, years of depression, lies, struggles, frustration, victories, encouragements, and perspective.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
One page, August 2018, caught my eye as I flipped through…<\/p>\n\n\n\n