Making Space for My Past

Today I emptied three boxes of journals and a few sketchbooks from an earlier era of my life and gave them a place on some shelves in my studio. I made space for my past. Perhaps the only way I can climb the ladder of my dreams and my goals is to take my past with me. Giving my journals a place in my studio is like breathing life into what I have accomplished, or not accomplished, into my angst, my hurts, my healings, my passions. Some journeys are filled with outer accomplishments that are easy for the world to recognize. Other journeys, despite being hidden away in boxes, bear rich rewards that are not often seen or recognized by the world at large.

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