Dear Diary, 29, The Moment
The moment is about love. Love for my body. Love for the air. Love for the moment. Love for the anticipation. Love for the sensation. Love for knowing when to push it. And most important, love for when to slow down.
Dear Diary, 21, Blossoming
What does it mean to love yourself? I don’t really know because it is a unexplainable feeling that I did not really know or feel it until last week. I understand one does not need to understand to find trust and love.
Dear Diary, 11, And the Crash
Had a metaphorical crash, now it is time to sit and cry for a bit. I’m walking away from it; could have been a lot worse. Remember, always wear a helmet.