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 believed my thoughts and emotions carried.

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

I know the word "child" can seem unfitting.

A child is a person becoming.

When I removed the emotional artifacts, I removed the weight, knowing and understanding that thoughts and feelings are temporary and they are not me.

It's one thing to know that, another to believe it, and yet another to embody.

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.

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

The me that created those artifacts? I'm glad she did and I'm she had that journey.