Every so often I toss around the idea of shredding my journals (basically when I see them staring at me in the basement). I been thinking of doing this off and on for the last ten years.
We are thinking of moving and I really don’t want to move them again. This would be the fourth time I would have to move them, but for some reason I can’t get my head around shredding them.
I have the shredder plugged and one of the four 2 gallon bins I have my journals in next to it, but I can’t do it. They are just written in plain notebooks or on plain loose leaf paper. Nothing fancy.
Should I read them first or do I just shred them?
I don’t know what to do.
My heart is racing and I’m shaking.
What the hell am I so afraid of?
I’ve been keeping a journal for the last thirty years or so. The entries I want to shred are from early on when I started writing in a journal. I haven’t looked at them….ever. Well, maybe once when I thought I should read my journals and keep the pages with events/entries I wanted to remember and shred the rest, but I didn’t even get thru one journal and gave up.
I don’t know why I hang onto them (for dear life) because I doubt if I will read them again. I don’t want anyone to read them now or after I die.
I don’t know, but what I do know is I am going to take a deep breath and start shredding. I may read the entries or I might not. I’ll decide as I go.
All I know is I have to start now or I won’t do it. Plus, I don’t want to drag them downstairs again. Those darn bins are heavy!
Here I go….wish me luck.