A journal to document who I truly am in my heart of hearts now that I’m well on my way to releasing the shame-inducing shackles of others’ unevolved molds and expectations, which isn’t so easy with families who think they know best and a world that squishes us into the same little school chairs, but one of the glories of adulthood, real or impending, is differentiating between who we “should” be and who we actually are, whether that means excavating an inner child, wearing purple, piercing something, or putting the “me” in “memoir” (tell-all, of course). A guided journal