Yesterday I did something that would have been unimaginable just last year – I took all my old journals, tore them up and threw them away sight unseen. I admit, it would have been interesting to save some of them, but they were so jumbled it would have taken weeks more to put them into any kind of order and sort out the meaningful tidbits. Now that all my stuff is organized or gone, I feel a lot more comfortable looking towards the future.
This week I’m off to celebrate the birthdays of my grandmother (90th) mother (63rd) and myself (26th). Then next week I will begin looking earnestly for my next adventure