I am trying to come up with a topic to write about. Sometimes it is there waiting for me, more often it has gone into hiding. This is the latter.
What, oh what, shall I write about that will be worth sharing? hmmm
When trying to think of something I sift through my day, my week, summer vacation … whatever is filed away in my memory bank that is not under too much thinking and filing and stashing. You know, what we do with our memories … put them on a shelf not too far back to bring out and enjoy later, or file them away for safe keeping for an indefinite length of time, or just toss them onto the heap of regrets and disappointments to dig through when there is more time to do so. There should never be time to dig through the trash heap, unless to learn something, but never enough to wile it away there.
Do you happen to remember a children’s TV program called Fraggle Rock? (It’s still in reruns in some places.) There was the wise Marjory trash heap that would receive the occasional visitor seeking advice. Notice I said occasional. For good reason. Don’t go there. Mostly the trash heap consists of smelly yucky garbage, the mental trash heap being one of embarrassing moments, wrong thoughts, mistakes, regrets, failures, bad stuff … not a nice place to expend one’s brain power.
So, why did I bring that up? Because too often we tend to waste time thinking back over things that cannot be changed, cannot be fixed, cannot be forgotten if we keep digging them out to review again and again. Best to leave them alone to compost into a life lesson.
Our experiences have a way of changing us, affecting how we think or ‘see’ things, bringing us to new understanding, and often it is by the fact of their just being part of our living. Stored away in our memory, and left alone to decay into what comes next … they become a part of what makes us who we are. If not stored away properly they can affect us negatively — through our constant rehashing of them, not allowing ourselves to heal from the memories, instead taking them out for our private pity parties and our public displays of “you don’t know what my life is/was like.” But if not allowing the stench to touch us, not going back and digging it up to agonize over again and again, instead dealing with it in good and healthy ways, we allow ourselves to heal and grow and mature in mind and emotions.
So, what am I writing about? It seems I am saying … stay out of the trash heap, and compost instead. 🙂 Do not allow your past to hold you there, to hinder your walk and progress in life, or to prevent you from believing. Move out of that place of powerlessness, that desert of despair, that tunnel of torment. Walk out! Look up and walk out.
The One who has a plan and a purpose for your life made you to be the creative person you are. Use that gift to its fullest and crawl out of the garbage heap! Aspire. Believe. Create. Dream. Explore. Fly. Grow. Hope. Inspire. Jump in. Keep going – and … LIVE your Life!
What has helped you to keep going, not allowing Marjory the trash heap’s stink to permeate your life?
Thanks for reading, and … Creative Musings! 🙂
Polilla Writes 