I’ve always hoarded cards and quotes and scraps of paper. Pictures, lyrics, quotes, encouragements, receipts, tickets. To-do’s and done’s. Didn’t do’s and shouldn’t have done’s.
In my ‘past life’ they were taped to the inside of my armoire. They moved across cities, then across the country. Some wrinkled or faded or tore. As my values grew and changed and developed, my little scraps followed suit. Finally, I put them together on a bulletin board. Some old, from childhood. Some newly and fiercely embraced. Always a work in process, but complete enough for now.
This is where I look when I need to stay grounded. Where I look to be reminded.