I used to keep a traditional journal; a detailed account of everything that happened to me: the good, the bad, the kinky, the ugly… Then I got a divorced and burned everything.
I know some of you might be thinking ‘why would you do such a thing!’, while others are going, ‘I so get you girl!’ No, I’m not psychic *grin*, but I always get this kind of 50/50 reaction when friends and loved ones find out about my smoky little secret.
You see, I have a theory: in order to truly let go of past relationships, one must get rid of the tangible things. This does NOT apply to people who have children or pets because that would be murder or animal cruelty--both punishable by the law of men and the wrath of the Gods.
Some of my friends have told me that my theory shows insecurity. I disagree, but everybody has an opinion and I respect that. I don’t know about you, but my memory is very sensitive. Things like images make my creative mind relive entire experiences--there are things I rather forget. I’m not saying you should go back and destroy the prom pictures your parents hold as national treasures, but there is no need for you to keep videos of you sucking face with past lovers. Then again, if no one in the relationship is bothered by it, that is a whole different ball game.
My idea behind destroying these “tangible things”, is that one should care enough about the person one shares one's life with, that one should avoid unnecessary pain (this sentence just solved a critical philosophical question: can one use "one" a bunch of times in a single sentence?). Back to my point, it is not like we are going to forget what happened in the past. That would be foolish, especially because the past helped us become who we are today. But do we really need those pictures, that video, the T-Shirt with his or her name on it, that uneaten wedding cake!? I didn’t think so, so I got rid of everything from my former marriage--my journal was just collateral damage.
However, I like keeping a paper journal, it helps me stay current on my handwriting skills and it is a fun thing to do. Plus I have this cool bound journals, I’ve gotten as presents, and they deserve to be used for something more honorable than draft writing. I’ve decided that a dream journal would be the solution. My dreams are very random and although some people are gifted enough to be able to control their dreams, I'm not. Unless it is my recurring dream about Lion-O and I defeating Mumm-Ra, which I have mastered. Don’t be too impressed, you would be able too, if you had been having the same dream since you were 13 years-old.
Anyway, I had 3 very significant dreams some time ago. I misinterpreted them, of course, but one of my Wicked Darlings made me see the light. And WOW! Those 3 dreams changed my life for the better, so I put my dream journal to good use. I examined my orthography and calligraphy after I was done writing, and trust me; a dream journal was a great idea. My handwriting is getting atrocious!
I was going to wait until after Thanksgiving to share this with you, but I dreamed Parker Jr. (Bridgett’s grand-turkey-peacock) was chasing me around the house, dream journal in hand, um... in wing. I told myself “Magaly, a turkey-peacock chasing you right around Thanksgiving? And holding your dream journal? Hmm… you must share this colorful post now!" So I did.
Do you keep a paper journal?
Parker Jr.'s portrait was stolen from Doog & Boo Plus Two. I hope Parker doesn't know any good lawyers!