Getting rid of journals or at least purging parts of them has been a task I’ve taken up in recent years. I realize that some (or much) of it was written for an audience of one a long time ago. I don’t want my kids to find it someday.
I would rant in my journals so I didn't rant at my parents, siblings, or roommates. I don't want anyone to read those journals and like you, I've been destroying them. But before they ended up in the trash, I wrote the stories. With the years between the emotions and now, I can see what I want to share with my posterity so they can relate my petty problems to their own lives.
I love this piece. So true for all of us. I know unearthing those “hidden boxes,” throughout my life along with forgiveness has been the medicine I needed.
Getting rid of journals or at least purging parts of them has been a task I’ve taken up in recent years. I realize that some (or much) of it was written for an audience of one a long time ago. I don’t want my kids to find it someday.
Exactly—that’s what I thought. My kids reading this!? 😆 Ick.
I would rant in my journals so I didn't rant at my parents, siblings, or roommates. I don't want anyone to read those journals and like you, I've been destroying them. But before they ended up in the trash, I wrote the stories. With the years between the emotions and now, I can see what I want to share with my posterity so they can relate my petty problems to their own lives.
Very interesting. I wish I had written more from mine before destroying them. I rely now on memories.
I love your use of the Hamlet quote!
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So relatable as usual… 🧐
I love this piece. So true for all of us. I know unearthing those “hidden boxes,” throughout my life along with forgiveness has been the medicine I needed.
Yes, forgiveness is a huge part of it all.
Because I’m moving I immediately identify with your story. I have to say that your post today is right on (once again!) Gwen