august 27 2008

sitting with my thoughts.

in the midst of the obscurely placed boxes, bags, and furniture lies the essence of my life, in the material sense that is. and while slowly picking through all of the randomly placed items which once defined me i saw a flicker of hope, a flicker of hope in the form of a little red book. a book that has not been opened, read, or written in for months. my journal. it is absolutely mind-boggling to me how much my brain is able to forget...situations, feelings, emotions, memories and people.
having the chance to reflect back on those things, i have remarkably forgotten, i realize, i am different.
self-growth and reflection are often things difficult to notice and observe.
i need to pick up a pen and paper far more often than i do.
i need to take the time out of the day to sit with myself and my thoughts.
it is healthy.
i want to be able to read about and remember the times my mind is able to so easily forget.