My thought was about how after enough time passes my words are no longer taken in the context in which they were used and then I see the brilliance that was there, though at the time I never saw anything even slightly wonderful about my words or life, that is a beautiful thing about journals.
I think it may be eccentric to like yourself, so I choose pious instead and claim that it is just God that I love.
Maybe it is just a feeling of self appreciation, where you feel goodenough that Sister Clarke (Gram's mom) spoke about last week. Because I am not pleased with myself overall, but I do love some facets of myself and I freely share my opinions and figure they will be well received by others.
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