Monday, March 13, 2006

She Wondered

I think about this a lot--whether or not we ever really know who we are. I feel like so many different people at once. And it feels like I'm always rediscovering myself. I'll write things in my journal and what I've discovered will be an epiphany. Then I'll read old journals and see that I had a similar realization a year ago. I haven't figured out if I'm just deepening my knowledge of myself every time I have one of these or if I'm just getting old.


The Joyful Artist said...

Poor memories can certainly "Up" the number of epiphanies.

Persephone said...

No doubt!