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My friend
got married yesterday. Although I am so happy for him, it's still strange seeing your friends get married. It makes me feel old or something.
I have been going through old pictures that have been boxed up in my basement, waiting to be put into photo albums. It's quite a task seeing as I haven't put anything in an album since May of 2001. One of my New Year's resolutions this year was to finally get that done, and I mean to complete it. It's interesting to sift through this box of memories from the past four years -- it's almost like I'm walking through them again -- reviewing my history, where I came from and how I got to the exact spot I'm in today -- reviewing my triumphs and my mistakes. I'm excorcising my ghosts, so to speak.
I've also been going through old paper journals I've kept over the years, reading them through one last time, and throwing them away. It's good to see who I was then, to see how much I've changed and grown, but those things aren't me anymore. They are only remnants of yesteryears, collecting dust under my bed. I am so much more than those can ever show. It seems sill to keep hanging on to them.
It feels good, this purging. I am really enjoying reliving my past, putting it aside, and looking brightly toward my future. Life just seems so wonderfully filled with possibilities.