Today, I wanted to continue staying in bed, snuggled under my warm bed covers. I heard the wind howl last night and I knew it was going to be a very cold day. Colder than usual.
Since my move earlier this year, I have been letting go, purging, tying up loose ends and getting organized. I figuratively burned approximately 10+ years of journals; pages and pages of raw emotions; sorrow, tears, joy, laughter, prayers and dreams into the shredder. The reason for all of this?