I decided to include two pictures in my personal reflection this week. The first is a picture of my notebook from our writer's retreat on Thursday where we wrote down everything that popped into our minds, no matter what it was. The second is a dorky picture my mom took of me before I picked my friend Kody up to go to formal. I like to look at these two together - the first has a lot of doubt, a lot of tangential thoughts, and a lot of complaining. I laugh to myself reading back through it, especially the part where I wrote "this song is like a sad gaelic reflection." I also wrote almost in sentences, or at least in separate thoughts. During this exercise, I found that I couldn't even keep up with writing the thoughts that came into my mind. Like any other day, my thoughts were going in a million different directions that I couldn't even keep up with. In contrast, the second picture is a moment frozen in time. Just glancing at the picture, I only remember my happiest and most positive memories. But when I think about it, when this picture was taken, I was still full of doubt and anxiety (probably even more than in class). Even though that doesn't get translated from my brain through the lens of a camera. I like looking at these pictures together because it reminds me of the way that I'm thinking, what thoughts go through my mind at any given moment, and the way I remember things differently than they actually happen sometimes. Most importantly, reflecting on our class activity and on my own life helps me to reflect on who I am and why I'm writing the way that I do.
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