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It's time to leave the past behind, and it feels good. I'm digging out from under years of accumulated photos, writings, notes, childrens' paper creations all yellowed and torn at the edges. I'm saving the true treasures and discarding the rest. Why does anyone save old phone bills? Oh yea, to spark the memory for those years of court battle when I at last get around to writing that story. My phone bills were outrageous then, and some of the people at the other end of those numbers literally saved my life.
No matter where I turn, which room or which corner in that room, there is something to go through and assess. I'm calling this research to make it more fun, and anyway that's what it is-a re-search for the truth and meaning in my journey through life so far...
3 comments:
This process is simultaneously crippling and cathartic and I am ever so impressed at your diligence. I've also had fun with some of the old pictures.
Ditch the phone bills, they are a part of a past worth forgetting.
You inspire me Mom.
Letting go so you can run forward freer!
Cheyenne. yes this re-search has it's crippling qualities, mainly shining a glaring light on my slippery ability to consign negative things to the back burner until they confront me in time AND space...
But, once confronted, the catharsis quality works on a far deeper level....my understanding today evolved from that naive, misbred, sometimes brave young woman that was also me. And I still see life as a gift only now I can recognize fool's gold.
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