As an act of lunacy, I’ve decided to revisit my journals beginning in fifth grade through senior year. I had a very strict regimen of journaling once a week on Sunday nights. Because nothing kicked off a week in those years like reflecting on how much contrived drama existed at any given time.
Many wise figures from history journaled fervently, their immaculate records of their development into the Capital Letter version of themselves studied and used as guides for the future.
These, most definitely, aren’t that.
Thanks for the inspiration go out to the Mortified Nation community.
Dribbling More Than Twice
If you’ve never heard of 6-on-6 basketball, 12-year-old me wishes I was you.