King's Daughter's Kitchen

A lifetime of collected paper mountains to sort and shred lies behind the closed door of a room in the house I am leaving. They are my sole responsibility. Once they are gone, I will have only memories of happenings here that will fade. Strange, we only took pictures of flowers and faces for years.

When the papers are gone, I am free of bondage they represent to my past. The papers’ weight can’t remind me of times I took responsibility when no one else would. I’ve put them off because once they’re gone, there is nothing keeping me here, nothing keeping me from freedom. I have never had this opportunity in life to be free as myself with my self, and it’s exciting, but it’s also scary.

I give myself permission for a fresh start and a new collection. The new collection is not of paper and things, never again. This collection is of happy moments of laughter so great my sides hurt. It is of uplifting, positive words. It is permission to accept freedom. It is forgetting  busy time or days. It is enjoying moments with the living… living flowers and living faces. I want to replace paper moments with people. I want to play.