What does it tell me?

What does it tell me that I'm still finding journals I started & never finished or finished & put away or never even began writing in at all.

So many upbeat beginnings that petered away.  Or did they?  Maybe each one is a vital message & a reminder - that I've believed in myself for a very very long time & have a strong belief in the possible.  

My challenge is that among all the tasks I've set myself over all the years - each of which DID yield key returns - was never the one:  FINISH  THESE  TASKS.

All of the words I've written, insights I've had, AH HA! moments I've experienced are IN my brain, my mind, my soul & spirit.  If sparked by the right trigger, they'd rush out, shouting, exclaiming, whooping the same thing, "Be!  Be!  Be!"  

What did finding all those journals tell me?  This is my moment.  BE.