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Ramblings from a would be writer

On Growing Up, Part II….

on February 25, 2014

Since reading two of my journals the other night, I have thought of the other four that were lurking in the closet.  Yesterday, after thinking about that first journal, I shredded it.  No one needed to read the angst that filled the pages of that notebook.  I thought I would feel some remorse about destroying it, but, no, I did not.

I read the other journals yesterday to see if they were worth keeping.  I tore out a few pages filled with nonsense and shredded those, leaving the rest to future judgment.

What I came away from this exercise of the past couple of days is this… yes, I am in the process of growing up, still.   The other thing is that nothing really is different.  Yes, there have been some changes over the years.  Some needed to change.  But, on the whole, things are the same.

I have thought about this since yesterday and, although I am not a deep thinking person,  I think we stay true to who we were when we were young.  I always thought that once you hit that elusive stage of being a grown up, you would be different.  You would think differently, act differently, be different.

True, I am not as quick to get spun up over little events, but there are still things that set me off.  I don’t try to change every little thing about hubby, although there is still much I would like to be different.  I don’t strive to make my life look like the perfect life portrayed in magazines or stories.

I’m me.  A bit neurotic.  A bit controlling.  A bit funny.  A bit wise.  I have grown up, which is a good thing since I am heading over that hill quickly.

It was good to read over the last 30 years of my life.  It was a good refresher to see where I have come from and what I have been through.  Some things that I wrote years ago, thinking they were major events in my life, I read again and had to think about why it was so important to me to write what I did.

Time does change things.  It colors memories.  Like a photograph of old that was crisp the day it was taken and now is yellowed and faded, so is our life in retrospect.  And, like photographs, there are some memories, that faded and yellowed, are just too far gone to hold on to any longer.

It has become an interesting week and I still have many more closets to clean out…  I wonder what else I will find that will cause me to venture down memory lane?

DAF

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10 responses to “On Growing Up, Part II….

  1. katebortell says:

    So revealing ….. Reading ourselves years later……. Imagine God seeing all these lives…….patiently waiting for everyone to finally Get It ……

  2. We are born with some innate qualities that never change. They may shift a little to accommodate some of life’s requirements. Recently, I saw a picture of myself at the age of four, with a headband and holding flowers. Now, at an advanced age, I’m still wearing headbands and hats and spending time with flowers. I don’t think we grow up. We grow laterally. We expand. We adjust. We learn. It’s a journey with stops along the way.

  3. Homestead Ramblings says:

    You know, it always feels so good to write down the pain, and sometimes it feels twice as good to burn or shred those thoughts years later. Like a metamorphosis completed 🙂

  4. Dottie says:

    Angst, silliness, nonsense, anger, ramblings, are all a part of who & where you are. You should have kept them…they helped you grow & at some point survive & be stronger. I have forgotten some of my ridiculousness, anger, hurt and until every once in a while I see it in my daughter I struggle with remembering how I survived so I can show her it will all be alright. Still sometimes memories are best shredded…..

  5. Oh Dottie… imagine if we could have been closer in distance through these past years… oh the stories we could tell and remind one another of. I love you.

  6. Glad you enjoyed this… I sometimes think I will never get it!

  7. What an incredible comment! Thank you for sharing this with me. I recently found a picture of myself with my older sister. I am taking it to my daughter’s on my next visit as my face looks like my grandsons! Thank you for sharing.

  8. very true, Homestead! Thanks for stopping by!

  9. diannegray says:

    I’ve never met a single soul who has lived the perfect life. It’s good to look back to see what has shaped us into the people we are now and sometimes shredding those things can be very cathartic indeed xxx

  10. yes, Dianne, it can… thanks for stopping by today.

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