I document from the heart. A crazy way of saying I listen to my soul. Most choose to run from the places where they've grown. It's almost like a huge field of corn with no ears to break free and smear butter all over it. I do admit I never know what I'm going to write. But I do remember why I wrote. This particular chapter isn't like the 45 before it. I allow myself two pages each journal entry. On this day something took place. I laid out only a paragraph. And yet why it was left this way could fill 100 pages.