Remembering

Today was full of self reflection, memories and rediscovering myself. I spent the day in the garage and dove a bit deeper, looking at journals, photos, paintings, letters and notes I passed in high school.  I found a box of papers I wrote when I attended graduate school to become a therapist.  I appreciated my coherent articulate self aware writing.  Sometimes I get so lost in a negative self image I forget about my gifts and strengths.  Seeing this writing with some distance I saw, what feels like the first time, without a doubt, wow, I was a really good therapist

The objects we hold onto shape our future identity and belief systems.  If I throw this box of essays into the trash what will be there to remind me of my goodness and strength in ten years when I am falling into a trance of self negation?  On the other hand letting it go feels important, to step fully into who I am now, a bit less self aware, more lost, but in some way more real.

The images are little sketches of stories my brain makes up about myself and my lovability.