Fifty Eight Years of Journals - Day 16

1965 Prices

House payment: $55.20
Electricity: $6.59
Telephone: $6.35
Food: $30 average
Dentist Cleaning $10
Trash: $5.25 every six months
TV: $10.07

Imagine paying these prices! Does anyone remember? I found the spreadsheets in my July '65 - June - '66 Journal.  I've been writing in these journals from right before John F. Kennedy was assassinated in 1963. I have them all and don't know what to do with them. 

I know I'd love to discover these from my mother or grandmother. But I don't feel that my family would want to read them. Do I even want them to?

Some say go through these and write some articles.  Or even blog them. I don't want to reread them right now.  One time I tore some pages out and tried to tear them up but I kept feeling NO! Another time I started piling them in a box to get shredded but another NO.  An astrologer suggested I get rid of them and free myself from the past.  Would that work or would wish I had them back. I told hubby if I die first he has my permission to shred them.  A part of me is feeling like hiring a shredder truck to come and shred them. Sigh!

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Treasure or Trash? Day 5

 I've been pulling stuff off the bottom shelf of one of my bookcases trying to downsize completely.  Is that even possible?   I have gotten rid of many boxes of books over the years, but notebooks and stuff I've written? Not yet! - I am trying, so I'll give myself credit for that.

A lot of this are notes I've taken from many classes.  I thought I'd re read them but I didn't/don't.   They need to go! However I did find some gems.  

I used to teach a journaling workshop 

One of my workshops was at a spiritual retreat in the mountains of eastern Tennessee.  After finishing the meditation we all wrote about images we received.  I just re-read mine.

March 20, 1997.  Just did the meditation for the journaling workshop.  I was in a room with a super computer where I could get on the angel internet and receive answers to any questions I want.  My angel gave me a crystal ball that stores information in it from the Angel internet.  So I am always tuned in and can help people with this information.

 There is also a  massage table and a massage therapist ready to relax me at all times. There is beautiful music and with the snap of a finger almost, I can be in a library with many kinds of books that I can borrow.

  There are art supplies and canvasses, games and more music. A piano for me to use and lessons available.

  An angel is there to teach me how to fly, to transport myself into any time I want, any place. 

 This is my playroom, my fun room and I'm so happy that I discovered it. I want to build myself a place like this in the Smokey Mountains where I can see clients, parties and play. There will be a big wall that opens up to a dance room where we all dance and play.   A chef is there to make us healthy food and a big swimming pool is also available. 

So here I am, 24 years later...  still dreaming.

P.S. I discovered a folder filled with half written children's stories and sketches.  Another blog.  Stay tuned.

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57 Years of Journaling Day 3

I've been journaling for over 57 years! I started writing in 1962, just before John F. Kennedy was assassinated.  I have all these journals in notebooks dated and many pages numbered.  I'm sure writing in them helped me heal a lot but what do I do with them now?  

I was so sure I was going to shred them and it felt good.  But I had 2nd thoughts.  My son and Granddaughter said they wanted to read them but there are over 15 filled notebooks.  When would they have time?  Are they that interesting?  I wish my mother, aunt or grandmother had written journals and passed them on to me.

I was quite agoraphobic back then and wouldn't eat in restaurants or travel.  I had panic attacks trying to go to church or meetings.  I got somewhat better but much of my pain is on these pages.  During one of my astrology readings,  it was suggested I get rid of these journals so I could release the energy of my past. 

Why am I still holding on? What do I think will happen if I get rid of them? The free shredding truck will be at the park soon. 

Do I think I'm going to write my memoir? Do I need to know what I ate for dinner January 28 1971? 

If there are any other long time journal writers reading this, I'd love to hear your opinions.