In the spirit of minimalism and letting go of the past, I decided it was time to burn my journals.
I decided to destroy them a while ago, and today, due to a lack of fire wood, I decided to have a go. I had a conversation with my daughter a long time ago, instructing her that I didn't want her or anyone else to read my journals (in case something happened to me before I had a chance to destroy them). She said I could have them buried with me. A good idea, I thought, but why hold on to any of it any longer?
The photographs are a little blurry because of the low light.
|2001, the worst year of my life, soon committed to flame.|
|After finding some unused notes and a precious photograph of the kids, |
I meticulously went through each journal to prevent the destruction of any other hidden treasures.