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Twoapenny:
Skep I think there is something really powerful and inspiring about burning stuff! But having said that there is a lot of stuff I want to get rid of (like you, the thought of anyone reading it fills me with horror) but some of it is really useful and every now and again I come across something and when I read it I realise how far I've come and it makes me want to hang on to it.
So the compromise for me is to sloooowly get around scanning everything so it can be kept virtually and once that's done I'll burn the hard copies. Makes me feel like I've got the best of both worlds. You might feel there is no need for Twiggy now and that she deserves to be set free once and for all. I like the idea of her settling as ashes in the garden somewhere helping things grow :)
Well done to your hubs on clearing out that stuff and good on you for getting someone in to do the work, it's sometimes cheaper in the long run to pay someone else rather than, as you say, a job taking months to get done.
Twoapenny:
--- Quote from: Hopalong on September 24, 2013, 05:51:35 PM ---Tupp, you hippie!
What a delight to imagine you doing that.
May the festival feelings last for you!
hugs
Hops
--- End quote ---
Ha ha, I am a hippie! It was amazing, I felt so much like myself again and it made me realise that there is a lot about my life that I want to change. I've started tackling jobs around the house that I keep putting off and I'm thinking about cutting back on the number of organised activities I do with my son so that we have more time to wander and be adventurous. I want to start living away from the calendar more!
Hopalong:
I vote for something that may not exist: a password-protected thumbdrive.
But that's because I fear losing papers, since I'm ADD and fear not having something legal.
Your journals are different.
Then again, since you know you're never going to publish them, and may prefer that
your children NOT plumb the depths of your psyche one day...maybe just the burning
would be right for you too.
Few things get one human life in perspective more, for me, than the process of
purging, throwing away, donating, letting go. I'm not quite a minimalist but in
terms of archiving, I've whittled things waaaaaaaaaaaay down.
So, don't think advice is so much what you need, as a chance to try out different
decisions in your mind, and see which one ultimately feels right, most whole?
Let us know what you decide. We all walked a lotta miles in sweet Twiggy's
shoes, but it's equally powerful to think of "retiring" her as a splintered-off
piece of you.
hugs
Hops
sKePTiKal:
I dunno if it's retiring her... as much as setting her free into her own space to just BE her.
Case in point: hubs was playing around (i.e., shopping) on the web and came across blueray collections of old tv series that we both enjoyed, like Mission Impossible, ISpy, Man from Uncle... the Avengers... and up popped Twiggy who remembered one called "The Prisoner". She was quite the Anglophile, in her day... Twiggy and all that. The main character was Patrick McGoohan - an MI5 agent who resigned his job and was kidnapped away to a secluded island, complete with a "pretend village"... an exact (almost) replica of his home... and the sinister "big brother", "mind control" laboratory and evil mastermind (#1)... and most hauntingly, the big white weather balloon blob nicknamed "rover" who was sent to maintain control over people who began deducing "reality" in the midst of all the "managed illusion" and trying to escape.
LOL... so he bought it for me. Amazon Prime is a shopaholic's dream. Anyway we watched the first two episodes last night. And whatever Twiggy identified with, the situation/environment of the main character.... isn't there anymore. A memory is... and that's all it is. And the memory won't be going anywhere... the kind of hairs prickling on the back of the neck recognition of "ohhhh... THAT again..." The only reason I would keep the journals... is as a reminder of how long it takes a person, and how emotionally fraught with the gamut of intense emotions (and some selfish ones) the process to finally ACCEPT what "is" takes.
H is going through her own process of this; accepting that the sister she hoped to have, isn't going to be. A is still fighting accepting responsibility for who she is and that life, society and other people will have something to say, justifiably, about some limits on who she is and how she chooses to live. They don't need the journals; no one needs to read page after page of all caps, multiple exclamation points... hahahaha!! I have already given A her own set, to begin writing, vomiting it all out. She isn't there, yet. And hubs already knows all there is know (that he can stand to know) about that; he really doesn't like my "gory details" obsessive wallow in the intense emotion until it burns itself out tendency. He won't read them.
I think Twiggy is going to "remain" - like the lingering whiff of flowers on the air - even without the treasure or roadmap, to find her and set her free. S'Ok with me, you know? So, I think I need to tell hubs to find a fire pit, on clearance somewhere... LOL... it'll be here by Friday, knowing him...
Twoapenny:
--- Quote from: sKePTiKal on September 26, 2013, 07:53:08 AM ---I dunno if it's retiring her... as much as setting her free into her own space to just BE her.
Case in point: hubs was playing around (i.e., shopping) on the web and came across blueray collections of old tv series that we both enjoyed, like Mission Impossible, ISpy, Man from Uncle... the Avengers... and up popped Twiggy who remembered one called "The Prisoner". She was quite the Anglophile, in her day... Twiggy and all that. The main character was Patrick McGoohan - an MI5 agent who resigned his job and was kidnapped away to a secluded island, complete with a "pretend village"... an exact (almost) replica of his home... and the sinister "big brother", "mind control" laboratory and evil mastermind (#1)... and most hauntingly, the big white weather balloon blob nicknamed "rover" who was sent to maintain control over people who began deducing "reality" in the midst of all the "managed illusion" and trying to escape.
LOL... so he bought it for me. Amazon Prime is a shopaholic's dream. Anyway we watched the first two episodes last night. And whatever Twiggy identified with, the situation/environment of the main character.... isn't there anymore. A memory is... and that's all it is. And the memory won't be going anywhere... the kind of hairs prickling on the back of the neck recognition of "ohhhh... THAT again..." The only reason I would keep the journals... is as a reminder of how long it takes a person, and how emotionally fraught with the gamut of intense emotions (and some selfish ones) the process to finally ACCEPT what "is" takes.
H is going through her own process of this; accepting that the sister she hoped to have, isn't going to be. A is still fighting accepting responsibility for who she is and that life, society and other people will have something to say, justifiably, about some limits on who she is and how she chooses to live. They don't need the journals; no one needs to read page after page of all caps, multiple exclamation points... hahahaha!! I have already given A her own set, to begin writing, vomiting it all out. She isn't there, yet. And hubs already knows all there is know (that he can stand to know) about that; he really doesn't like my "gory details" obsessive wallow in the intense emotion until it burns itself out tendency. He won't read them.
I think Twiggy is going to "remain" - like the lingering whiff of flowers on the air - even without the treasure or roadmap, to find her and set her free. S'Ok with me, you know? So, I think I need to tell hubs to find a fire pit, on clearance somewhere... LOL... it'll be here by Friday, knowing him...
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It sounds like a wonderful release, Skep, and I guess you could make some sort of ceremony or giving of thanks or something when you do it? I've had in my mind now a scene where I have the fire going, all the paperwork in a box beside me, some nice food and drink, my boy and maybe a friend or two and making it into a sort of rite of passage or coming of age type thing? Sort of feels like something that big needs to be marked in some way? Let us know what you do!
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