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:

Take that, Pond Scum Ex!
Take that, Pond Scum Ex!

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    1. I have to say that that bonfire was one of the best things I’ve done! I did worry, before and after, that maybe I burned too much. Now years later I know that I burned enough. I don’t regret any of it. The blog drafts are both boring nothings and interesting (to me) snips of memory. Nothing yet (other than the one above) has sparked to me think, “Oooh, I need to write this out!”

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