Story: Putting Journals in the Closet

I put my journals in the closet. I put my obsession with my feelings away in the closet.

They are now artifacts of the weight I thought my thoughts and emotions carried.

They are a time of leaning heavily on emotional power and believing it, only consulting myself but so deep, on how much I resonate with these thoughts and feelings on a regular basis.

There's a child in those pages. Someone who doesn't know as much as I know, but I see them with compassion and I know they're yet to find out.

I speak theses words beautifully.

A child is a person becoming. And ultimately, the act of archiving those emotional artifacts, removing them from acting as decor is radical.

I removed the weight, knowing and understanding that thoughts and feelings are temporarily and they are not me. It's one thing to know that, another to believe it, and lastly to embody it in such a what where your body propels you into removing the symbolism of identifying too closely with your emotions.

I consulted my feelings too much, I didn't bring the other judges that govern me into the mix like I should have (my mind, my spirit). The feelings took all.

The me that created those artifacts.... I'm glad she did and I'm she had that journey. Journaling is so beautiful, surreal, and so was the time I spent with them and the connection I had with them.

Now, I'm welcoming the other judges allowing them to chime in more and asking my emotions to allow them to speak.