Literal baggage

I finally let go...my journals. My first one was started when I was 11 and 1/2.
I have been carrying all of this around with me on every move - from my parents house to Baba's and then to this house- all packed in a vintage suitcase and a cheap duffel bag. Literal baggage. Upon flipping through them I found a lot of negative stuff. I seem inspired by the bad and hardly wrote anything nice in there. Unless you count all the "I love this guy or that guy". Names I cannot remember the faces of. I actually kissed a guy named Don!??!

Now over 20 years later I feel I can let go. It felt good to make this decision - it shocked my mom (and inspired her to declutter a bit). Hopefully I can inspire more...