My hubby and I just moved and that means being forced to go through the junk and clutter. As I was sifting through the things that seem to just collect themselves, I cam across my old journals. I smiled looking at them waiting to see what I had written. I quickly opened one up and that is when I remembered what I do to journals. I write in them for a while and at some point read them back and feel that my thoughts are too scattered or that the pages haven't been written with any real purpose so I rip the pages out and throw them away. I want to start the writing over only with some meaning or purpose behind it. What I end up with is an empty journal with half the pages torn out. I ended up tossing the books out.
I don't know how many times I have had to stop myself from doing the very same thing with this blog. I have had to pry my little finger off the delete button so many times when I have had thoughts of starting it over. I have to remind myself what this writing is to me. I call it Snippets and Tangents because it is just little parts (snippets) of my life and I have given myself permission to not stay on any topic (tangents). It is messy but it is mine. It feels good just to write.
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