Each new entry on this blog pushes something off the edge of the page and into the archive. Nothing new in that.
While looking over my blog this weekend I realised that the next thing I was going to post would push one of the hardest things I've ever written off the page and into said archive.
I wrote it on 4 November, and it's entitled I missed your birthday.
It made me feel uncomfortable knowing it would go.
I decided to mark its passing into the archive by, well marking its passing into the archive.
So, this post serves two purposes.
It deals with something that I had been putting off. And at the same time provides a link.
This may make sense to no one but me.
But that's OK.
And anyway, I can't even be sure if anyone but me ever reads this stuff.
I'm reading :) And in a way, it's maybe symbolic of pressing on... it's still there, tucked away in the memory/archive, still part of you/this blog... but you keep moving forward... I always like to find symbolism in such things, as simple and irrelevant as it may seem. I ran a marathon this past weekend and with .5 miles left, one of my favorite songs came on. My favorite line: not running from something; running towards the day, helped me realize that while I may never forget the past, I can't let it control me either... and by the way, I finally attached a name and pic to my blog :)
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ReplyDeleteI think for me, where this part of my past is concerned, I want to get to a point where it feels ok to remember not painful. It's been such a long time, coming to terms with it would be good I think.
I think I can understand but I'm guessing the circumstances are probably different. I can say that I do understand how an event on my life brings back many painful feelings and I would like to get past that as well. It’s so hard to open that wound up and let it heal without infection. Right now, I’m infected.
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