Wednesday, September 23, 2009
When in a quiet, contemplative mood, don’t ever attempt to go through that drawer or box full of old diaries, journals and scraps of paper with scribbled thoughts and poetry from your childhood and youth with the thought of tossing them.
You will simply end up reading over all those things and it will break your heart – just a little bit – to visit that young girl you once were.
And so you’ll put it all back for another time – a time when you’re feeling tougher, a little more ruthless, more inclined to let go.
I wonder when that time will ever be?
I am in the process of purging throughout the house. My definition of what constitutes junk is impeding this process.
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