A few weeks ago I dusted off my journal and decided to record some of my deep and meaningful thoughts. But, before I did, I took five minutes to read all of my previously recorded deep and meaningful thoughts (it only took five minutes because I'm terrible at keeping a journal). And the first thought that came to mind was, "who wrote this stuff?"
This does not just happen in the journal that I remember to write in twice a year. It happens with my other writing too. I've come across things I've written in my writing notebooks from just a few months ago and I think, "oh this is good...I don't remember writing it at all" or "what the heck was I thinking...this makes no sense and whoever wrote it may have only recently learned English."
Isn't that amazing? I mean, the brain I've always had is still a mystery to me. I don't even recognize it sometimes. Whenever I feel like I may be running low on ideas, I can reassure myself that my brain will be a totally new creation in a few months, days, or even minutes. The ideas will come (oh yes, they will come PiBoIdMo!). I may just have to become someone different than who I am at this second in my history.
P.S. How cool is it to have a written record of who you are at any given moment? Totally cool-tastic.
P.P.S. The me at writing this post at the beginning didn't know that the me at the end would invent a lame word like that.