Once upon a time I could write. I was reflective. I was expressive.  I didn’t know it. But I loved to write. I just came across an old journal and man, I wouldn’t have believed it was mine had it not been my writing. Wow. Where did that passion go? Just became busy and put it to the back burner I guess. If it wasn’t so personal I’d share it. Maybe one day I will share some. But not today. I’m enjoying reading it. It’s actually pretty enlightening. Man, I was very pensive during my University life and I wrote a lot. Where did I find the time?! Oh wait,…