Today I finally sorted through the boxes I’d boxes been storing at my parents place
Old letters, post cards, school books, journals and artefacts from the last 30 years.
I’d been avoiding it to for the longest time, dreading dredging up old emotions and cringey memories.
But it was pretty wonderful.
The boxes zipped me back and forward in time as I read, remembered (or didn’t remember what so ever) moments in time from my life so far.
If you’re avoiding going into your boxes, can I suggest you jump in.
It’s like a little microcosm of life; you might try and avoid it because of the heart ache.
But of course in equal measure comes the magic and having one means you get the other.
Love your memories.
