The Stream Flows…

I plan to spend my day throwing out memories. Physical reminders of past dreams make my home difficult to live in, so it’s time to forget.

I’m nervous, scared, in part, of losing important parts of myself, of my past.  The only lessons to be gleaned from these constant reminders have been learnt or disregarded however, clinging to moments that have culminated in pain serve no purpose but to stymie my progress.

So I say goodbye to my hopes and dreams in an effort to make room for new ones. I have to be strong enough to take this step or the clutter will surely trip me up in subsequent steps.

Fair well to my past.

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