long lost something

It has been a while.

I haven't been sleeping this week, so I figured I might as well get up and do something different rather than tossing and turning some more.  I looked through my phone and saw the growing collection of little notes I've taken down over the past year or so, and realized that everything I've been writing has been thrown away or forgotten about.  So here I am. I think I will add some old bits that have been lying around, and some new thoughts of course.  I love those post it size expressions of whatever happens to be on my mind, everything more in depth usually feels monotonous. Probably because I'm in need of writing classes, but that was the whole point of this after all: scattered thoughts- no real theme or cohesion.  Just recorded thoughts, nothing more.

On that note, I'll start here:


8-4-12

Going through my old unopened boxes is a stark reminder of my sentimentalism. It's not nearly so pronounced as it used to be, but still present. Some things are lovely mementos that I can't believe have survived for so long, and others are no longer meaningful but somehow still difficult to part with clutter. It's comforting and daunting at the same time. Part of me wants to keep a couple choice objects and toss the majority of it, the other part just wants to put it all in a box and come back to it much much later.