Wow, what a gut punch the 2nd paragraph was! Really got me thinking about a folder I have kept since high school of things that I thought were interesting and of course spoke to me. It would be interesting to pull it and go through it, I do remember several things in there that still impacted my views of the world and still speak to me. But this column has me thinking is now a good time to let it all go up in flames and burn those tethers. Wow. I sure can think of lots of other things in our house I would have no problem burning :-) :-), but not sure about this. Thanks for your wonderful writing!
I keep thinking about the act of burning your journals. I am so glad that it made you feel lighter. I was some terribly bad poetry journals from nearly 30 years ago. It might be time for them to go.
Were you outraged that your journal burning ritual—because of course it was kind of a ritual, right?—showed up on someone else's social media? I would have been. Actually, I AM outraged on your behalf, heh. I hate how everyone assumes everything is open season for their bullshit posting. I recently did a photoshoot and of course showed up in a couple "behind the scenes" shots and I hate them. It feels like a betrayal of intimacy.
Wow, what a gut punch the 2nd paragraph was! Really got me thinking about a folder I have kept since high school of things that I thought were interesting and of course spoke to me. It would be interesting to pull it and go through it, I do remember several things in there that still impacted my views of the world and still speak to me. But this column has me thinking is now a good time to let it all go up in flames and burn those tethers. Wow. I sure can think of lots of other things in our house I would have no problem burning :-) :-), but not sure about this. Thanks for your wonderful writing!
That feels like a very cathartic release into the universe of your words and past.
I keep thinking about the act of burning your journals. I am so glad that it made you feel lighter. I was some terribly bad poetry journals from nearly 30 years ago. It might be time for them to go.
Your journal-burning-eighth-grade-writing-teaching-can't-say-no story made me think of this: https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2021/05/24/burnout-modern-affliction-or-human-condition
Were you outraged that your journal burning ritual—because of course it was kind of a ritual, right?—showed up on someone else's social media? I would have been. Actually, I AM outraged on your behalf, heh. I hate how everyone assumes everything is open season for their bullshit posting. I recently did a photoshoot and of course showed up in a couple "behind the scenes" shots and I hate them. It feels like a betrayal of intimacy.