It has been so long since I have written in the blog (up until about a week ago), let alone poked at its underbelly. There are thirty draft posts sitting in the WordPress basement, dating all the way back to 2015! Hm, wtf was I on about? I’m slowly going through them, to see if they just need to be tossed into the trash, or if they have some merit for fleshing out and posting. I came upon this one, dated 2016, when I was still in Kentucky but close to moving to New England. Sick of schlepping things from place to place, not wanting to store things, and quite frankly needing a mental catharsis with a physical ritual, I had an actual bonfire. I burned the past to start a new future. (Oy, the future did not come as planned or hoped.) I burned years of journals, old letters from old lovers, as well as an accumulation of crap. They were all equal in the fire. All crap.
I need to do this again. I need to light a fire to the last horrid five years. I need a new new clean slate. I don’t feel it would be wise to set fire to my computer, though, and the computer is where all that documentation lives now.
What I love is that in the draft post all I had saved was the photo and the caption. I laughed for quite a while upon seeing it again: