As I write, interestingly and all of a sudden, my pronouns get all wonky. When I write "you", most times I actually mean me. Let me try to explain.
Amidst the need-to-do checklists and comments about the current moment, "she" appears in my journal to add depth to any entry. She pushes past, digs deeper, and asks the toughest questions. She shows up within the words I write. She creeps in during a flurry of pen scribbles and she chooses to call me "you". Whether she is my muse or my own older self, she is really just a facet of me. She can also show up as the inner critic. But for now, let's focus on that intrinsic cheerleader. |