A good friend of mine moved recently and was telling me know how freeing it was to finally get rid of all her journals. Listening, I couldn’t believe that I have kept all of mine especially being on my own minimalist journey. I’ve been keeping a journal since I was in elementary school. And yes I still have many of them.
I never thought of my journals as something I was collecting since the ones I have with me only take up one reusable grocery bag.
My journals from grade school are most likely in a trunk in my parent’s home. I know now that it is no longer necessary to keep them. I also know that getting rid of the ones at my parent’s house and anything else that I may have left behind there is also important. There really is no point being on a minimalist journey and having possessions stashed in random places anywhere.
Writing has always been a wonderful way to release stress, to understand my thoughts better, and gain perspective. I also write down my goals, blessings, and accomplishments. Yet keeping every written insight is no longer necessary.
As wonderful as the experience is for me to journal in the mornings, the journals serve no purpose since I never go back to read any of them. They simply sit in a small green bag in my closet until today.
Today I sat down with my bag of journals. Some of the journal were beautifully bound books, while others were plain tablets or composition notebooks. I believe that everything that we own holds energy. The vast emotions expressed in each one of my journals is part of my past and not something that I need to hold on to anymore.
I read through some entries, yet decided that I would give myself the freedom not to reread all of them.
Shredding old journals has felt amazing! It has also been a wonderful experience to read past insights and see how far I’ve come. Old journals are one thing that I no longer am holding on to.
If you were to declutter for just a moment this weekend, what would be your one less thing?
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