get ugly real

You have to use your journal to get ugly real with yourself. Even in a random city Starbucks. With strangers hovering and passing in uncomfortable proximity to your ranting pen. And Janet Jackson blasting overhead.

Sometimes the scenario is superceded by the urgency to scratch your sentience on paper. You stop caring who might catch a glimpse of your page or their perception of your studious disposition. Forget them. You know when and why you are. Create space, settle down, and Journey Soulfully.