During my blogging break I did some journaling with a pen and paper, and I started with an inventory of my life.
I faced my past a long time ago, but there are still periods in which I recall very little. There are also parts that I don’t like to think about, and I’ve decided that’s okay. My guess is that most of us have memories that we love to remember and others that we wouldn’t mind forgetting. That’s life, isn’t it?
Dad helped me develop the timeline because there was a lot that I didn’t recall. I talked about the list I made with Mom and Dad, and It was enlightening to compare my view of the past with the views of my parents.
Looking back on the past doesn’t seem like a big deal, but I faced it and realized that it wasn’t so bad. Sure, there are things I wish I hadn’t done, but I also reached a point in which I forgave myself.
Writing it all out on paper made allowed me to examine it without anxiety or shame, and now I’m back to looking at the present and the future.
My past is part of who I am, but that’s all it is. It doesn’t define me, but it does encourage me to do what I can to live a life of happiness and fulfillment now.
Have you ever looked back at your past in this way? Did it help you?