...there were journals and diaries that I'm [right now] thinking about throwing out.

Should I? (We're moving soon - WHERE? Ask me in about a week or so.)

I've kept them since I was about thirteen, really until about age 21-ish. I journal much more occasionally now - in fact, my current one I've been writing in for the past four years. I won't throw it away - it has ILLUMNIATION in it. And I also have an electronic one that gets filled just about as often. I thought-transfer more in type now than handwriting. And I despise my handwriting. I meant to improve it a few years ago and have since lost interest.

My old journals have some amusing drawings and quotes from British authors and professors and friends that I thought repeatable. And still think so. But so much of the rest of it is sadtimes or insanetimes.

Who wants to remember that? (Or have their children or grandchildren discover how I almost went out of my head and used way too many adjectives, many of them abusively?)

There are also photographs of my past. If they make me laugh, I will definitely keep them. If they make me sad, into the recycling. (--Interrupt to see if photo paper can be recycled-- We are unsure.)

I think if I ran into anyone from my past, it would be pleasant. There would be delight and possibly hugs. I am at peace with people, but my dreams have been horrific lately. I want to think it's a cleansing of sorts.

And perhaps that is why I am thinking of tossing out a lot of old stuff that doesn't make me smile. That, and we're moving, and I don't want to move anything I don't want to keep.

I like the idea of a life that only requires sandals, a Bible, and a rosary. (And I wouldn't even need the rosary because I'm not Catholic.)

Then, it would be so easy to move.

Moving mountains, presently,

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