Some things should just stay forgotten. I found something today, something I didn’t remember existed. A book of notes from the cast of My Fair Lady. In it were so many memories and accolades, things I need to hear and things I wish I had never found. Not because they’re not wonderful but because they are too difficult to read. I miss that life. It was a very hard time for me but it was the best. It is so far away now. And I am not in the theater. And I’m not doing what I love. Yet it’s here, in this box, reminding me what I’m not. What I could be. What I was. What I don’t want to remember. It wasn’t all bad. I wasn’t all bad.
I don’t want to remember anymore.
Agreed. Not all memories are ones to be rehashed.
Sometimes things are better left in the past especially if we are trying to figure out who we are today. I just wrote a blog about drowning in the Sea of Used to. I used to do this I used to do that. UGH! It’s exhausting, especially since I can’t bring myself to any of that.