Two weeks ago I got an email from the wonderful shining light that is Patti Foy from Lightspirited Being. Patti and I share a love of journals, and she passed on this article about the Power of Letting Go by blogger Leoni Dawson. Leoni recently gave most of her books away. And she burned her journals. As a fellow book & journal lover, Leoni’s actions both scared the living bejeezus out of me and inspired me.
If you come to my home, you’ll notice I love books. But now I have a Kindle and open a “real” book very little. Yes, I’ve become one of those people. And no matter how much I love the books that sit on my bookshelves, the fact is…they’re just sitting there. Collecting dust. And that’s not what I want for those books. I want their spines to be cracked open, their words poured into someone’s mind and heart.
So I did what I previously would’ve thought unthinkable: I let (most of) my books go. I kept my favorites and all of the Spirituality-focused books. Couldn’t let those ones go! I am donating some to the Toronto Public Library and giving the rest to a a women’s shelter. Someone else will read them. Maybe someone else will fall in love with them. Maybe they’ll be given as a gift or help another person escape into another world for a little while. Whatever it is, I know they for sure won’t be collecting dust on my shelf. It was bittersweet saying goodbye to the books. More sweet than bitter, though. And damn it felt good to open up space in my home for other things.
Parting with memories
My journals have been a reflection of my inner thoughts, struggles and triumphs for years. And of course, my “brilliant” ideas. I hang on to these journals, they contain memories my mind seems to have forgotten. I even go back and re-read them once in a blue moon.
If you have been reading The Daily Awe for a while, you might remember The Story of the Ruined Journal and the Lesson Behind It (Because There’s Always a Lesson). Maybe that was my first signal to let my journals go.
After reading Patti’s email and Leoni’s blog post I got to thinking, “Is the content in these journals going to improve my life in any way? Is there something in there I would mind people reading if I die?” Oh god. I don’t want people reading those journals, ever. It’s just….saying goodbye. Can I do it? Can I really burn the past and leave it all behind? I have a bad enough memory as it is. Without my journals, I fear so many memories will be erased.
But I know better. What is important lives in my heart. I might not ‘remember’ certain details until I read about them in a journal of days gone by, but is that really important? I don’t know. Help decide the fate of my journals, will ya?
What are you hanging on to that you could let go of? And what do you think I should do – hang on to my journals for a little while longer or just strike the match and let ’em burn?
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