Guest Post by Kim White
I've been feeling guilty. Having journaled since I was eight years old, it's fair to say that I have an established relationship with my journal; we're best friends. And that's why lately, as I've been extremely busy with work and getting a masters degree, I've been distant with my dear friend. I've been feeling so guilty about this, in fact, that I've started to imagine (I am imagining this, right?) what my journal would confide to me if it could write in its own pages.
So here's what it wrote:
Hey,
I know you've been busy, but I miss you. I remember you talking about how hectic everything was getting at work and then everything at home. So, I know I'm not always your first priority and I want you to know that I understand that. I really do.
It's just that I miss those mornings, when everything was quiet and it was just you, me, and a cup of coffee. You'd tell me everything; your fears, your plans, your hopes. Remember when you made that mistake at work and thought you'd get fired? I listened for hours, through your tears and your sobs. Then, we made a list of all the good things that could happen because of that mistake and you actually ended the evening with a smile. I felt so close to you that night. I felt you really trusted me. I can't tell you what that trust meant to me, to think I could be there for you when maybe no one else could, in a way that no one else could. I couldn't tell you what to do, but just by listening I know I made a difference. I know I helped.
And now that you've grown a bit distant, I want you to know that I will still be here for you when you need me. I will never be angry with you or hold a grudge about the times we've grown apart.
When you need to talk, I'll be here. No questions asked.
Faithfully yours,
The Journal
My guilt is gone now. I'd forgotten the most important thing about my journal; its love is unconditional. It will always be there when I need it. How wonderful is that?
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