JOURNAL TWENTY FOUR
It's October 15th, and I'm sitting in a chair in my aunt's room, near an open window, savoring Marley's coffee that I bought months ago. As I remain in this space... I take a sip of my morning coffee, and my thoughts wander to a million other places, such as how weak the coffee is or whether I poured too much half-and-half. I ponder, "This is not hitting the way I want it to." In that period, I'm browsing through my phone when my sister texts me: "You remember the mistake you made when you were 24?" Right then, I decided to call this journal 24. By the time I began writing, she and I had started going back and forth about numerous things, and as much as I can quote, I want to keep it as short as possible. My sister Abby is so in touch with herself, as I was at 24, and I’m reflecting on her as I was and she as me. Mirror. Round and round. At 24. We are all the same. And to her question, I responded, "My mistake at 24 was thinking I was self...