My whole life I have been considered by all definitions to be a ‘pack rat’ – but not in the stereotypical manner it has come to be associated with. I am not a hoarder of material objects, but rather a collector of memories which I store in a series of journals. I have been keeping journals since I learned to write and have continued into my adulthood. As I’ve gotten older the significance in my journals has become more apparent and I cherish each as a piece of who I am. I make a point to document anything I would hate to forget – and when I reflect on them after years have passed I’m grateful I took the time to do so. I am nearing the completion of a journal that has taken me a full year to complete and this prompted me to peek at some of my older journals for inspiration.
Stuck Between Holding On And Letting Go
‘I take time to reflect on my amazing life.
I look at where I am today and I look at how
I came to be here. I acknowledge the
darkness and the light. I have a clear vision of
the positive changes that I need to make in
my life so that I may heal and grow in the most
beautiful way possible.
I let go of regrets and disappointments.
I accept my journey for what it is and I
acknowledge that only I can do my healing work.
This journey is my own and I can make it
whatever I would like. I am a beautiful human
being, worthy of happiness and love.’
Right now I’m listening to The Lumineers – Flapper Girl