The process has begun. The moving process. I am at the purging and packing stage. In other words, the nostalgia stage.
I found a journal with the strangest mix of love letters, melodrama and scribble dribble ever. It was strange to read the words and believe that I was the author. Still, I could not part with it. After reading a few pages I packed it in a box with random decorations and books.
Now, I can’t stop thinking about that stupid journal. I can’t stop thinking about how that ridiculous object is really nothing more than paper bound by cardboard, but I make it into something symbolic and valuable by keeping it.
This journal is exactly a metaphor for all of the crap I carry inside of me.
Uh oh. I feel like I just might say something serious. Be warned! Hopefully the autocorrect feature on my phone will humorously change a few words around.
Back to the metaphor. I, especially at night, right as I am falling asleep, remember all of the dumb shit I’ve ever done in my life. Major events, embarrassing moments, people and places that should be forgotten, all of it returns and sits on my chest. It watches me while I try to doze off.
And I’m so over it.
I don’t want to live the rest of my life apologizing or explaining myself. I don’t think I have to prove that I’m a better person or that I’m different or have changed. I can’t spend my life walking wounded, even if a few believe I deserve to.
So, like the journal, I’m tossing out the guilt and the worrying and the hand-wringing. Yes, I’ve made some poor choices, but I have to leave it all behind.
I need to make room.
I am still a comprehensive collection of imperfection, with many more mistakes to make.
6 thoughts on “Move over”
Rest assured, you’re not the only one with that pile of days-gone-by shit heaped upon your shoulders, and you won’t be the last.
Good luck with the move!
life is about making room for all the things that make us and break us. i’m with you… putting myself together to break myself apart again. it helps us grow.
if this make sense… great!
if it doesn’t… it’s ok.
we’ll move on.
it’s 3:32am and i’m drunk.
I strongly advise to read my blog while under the influence. Otherwise, you’re watching a 3-D movie without your glasses on.
hey mari, this note reminded me of the notes i used to write in my journals in moments of self evaluation. unfortunately (or fortunately) i don’t have the time to do this anymore with 2 toddlers. anyway…i was inspired by your words. i’m not sure what the underlying issues to your insinuations are…but i will tell you what someone told me not too long ago. “you need to make a decision in life…whatever you want to do…and feel good about it…and move on.” 🙂 hope that makes sense. your friend always, lourdes
Lourdes! Whoever told you that is incredibly wise. That’s the exact state of mind I need to be. As soon as the kids get a little bigger, you should write again. That way, when your kids are adults, they’ll get a kick out of the role reversal of finding and reading your diary. 🙂