I went on a little cleaning spree on Sunday. I decided to recycle my 20+ years of journals rather than keep holding onto them. I used to be a very regular journal writer and kept one from before Middle School well into my 30’s. Other than noticing the changes in my handwriting over those years I really didn’t feel compelled to sit down and read any of it before I tossed it out. Skimming the pages as I tore them from the bindings I saw lots of names with their accompanying disappointments and heartbreaks. It wasn’t all sad stuff but It felt good to let it all go into the bin. If you had told 8th grade me how easy it would be for 44 year old me to throw it all out I never would have believed you.