Some might call me crazy or perhaps, even a hoarder but I am I constantly adding to my “box of memories”. I started this box after sitting down with one of my friend’s grandmas and going through her endless scrapbooks and keep sakes. She told me to hold onto everything, even the things that hurt me to look at now because, one day, I would want to remember it all; the good the bad and the ugly. These moments would all shape the person I become and determine the path I take.
As we flipped through the books together, she laughed at her old pictures and smiled at old love letters. I was taken back, as a girl who had recently gone through a breakup, I thought there was no reason to keep anything like that. She looked at me and said “why get rid of it? That was a part of your life where you learned, loved and created memories”. She couldn’t have been more right. After that conversation I began to collect everything from old cards, event tickets, photos, knick knacks to preserved flowers that had been given to me.
Now, when I’ve had a rough week, I will pull out the box and look over everything. I will see the kind words that had been written to me in cards and old love letters and I look at the pictures from all the amazing experiences I’ve had. Yes, some things still hurt to read or look at but as time goes on feelings change and the negative feeling behind those memories with an ex boyfriend or ex friend fade.
I hope that one day when I am retired and my grandkids come to visit I can pull out this box, which at this rate will be closer to tubs full of memories, and show them how my life unfolded. Where I too, will convince them to create and keep their memories.