For as long as I can remember, I've kept some kind of a journal. I got a diary in every Easter basket growing up, and I'd make it my mission to fill those bad boys up with all of my deepest tweenage thoughts by Summer! When you are as talkative as I am, people tend to hand you blank pages with the instruction to "Go on ahead and write all that down, kiddo!" What I loved most, was looking back at all the progress I had made, how my views changed over time and how those moments you SWORE you'd never make it thru, became the moments you realized your own strength! So, buckle up - I've got endless Easter basket diary knowledge to drop on ya!