I'm sure that I am, though this past year, I have had a moment of realization that all of my memories do not need to be stacked in boxes that are never opened. Noah and I have slowly been going through everything and deciding what stays in our lives and what needs to just go. I've done this before. Once, Noah brought me a shoebox filled with letters and notes from Junior High through my Senior year. I read each one while sitting on the living room floor. The memories were renewed, and then I retired them to my pile of old memories. It's a difficult process, as I hold many things precious to my heart.
I'm really not sure if it's maturity that has made me capable of letting go, or the lack of space. Maybe it's the oldness of the items, like the essence of the memory has faded to the point that when I hold it again, the intensity is just not there anymore. There will always be some things that will always remain in my life. But sometimes, especially with the ones attached with painful memories, you have just got to let go.
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