I read all these journals, written by all these amazing people. I read for the stories, and for inspiration, and for the humor. I read for several reasons, and I never go away unsatisfied.

What I never expected to see, even after all these months, what I never thought I'd find was a fucking mirror. I certainly wasn't looking for one. And most definitely not one that revealed my own feelings better than I ever could.

I am completely, utterly humbled. I'm reduced to using the same words that I used the first time I looked into this mirror:

Wow. Just, wow.

I need to think about this some more.