Comments on: “We are all full of weakness and errors; let us mutually pardon each other our follies.”

By: Ben Langberg

Ben Langberg — Tue, 10 Nov 2009 13:43:11 +0000

Good on ya son! Small steps…

By: Rob

Rob — Mon, 09 Nov 2009 02:26:18 +0000

@Josh: You nailed it, it’s just baggage. Twenty years is long enough to be hanging on to some of these things.

By: felix

felix — Sun, 08 Nov 2009 23:54:23 +0000

Is it sad that I don’t really have any love letters except from my wife?

By: Dave Farquhar

Dave Farquhar — Sun, 08 Nov 2009 20:55:52 +0000

That’s definitely the best kind of stuff to leave behind. I’m pretty sure I know where virtually all of my stuff like that ended up–in the recycle bin on my last day of my first job, sometime in November 1998. That was easy to do, because that relationship was part of the reason why I wanted to move. I needed to start over, and I couldn’t do it in that town, working at that job.

In the time since, I intentionally tossed as much of that kind of stuff as I could find as soon as I was certain a relationship was over. Here and there I’ve found a couple of notes and pictures that I somehow missed, but I get rid of them pretty quickly when it happens.

By: Greg Kennedy

Greg Kennedy — Sun, 08 Nov 2009 18:38:19 +0000

I used to kid myself that I was pretty well immune to standard teen angst, and through college I maintained that I was a pretty stable and upstanding guy in high school – lots of friends, no goofy hormonal crises, etc.

Until the day I ran across a journal I had forgotten I kept in 11th grade. Ugh! Angst angst woe woe and pseudointellectual nonsense on every page. So embarrassing. Lesson learned. I dumped the journal in a gas station trash can.

By: Joshua Risner

Joshua Risner — Sun, 08 Nov 2009 17:13:39 +0000

When I moved out of my apartment and into my future wife’s house I did a major clean up of the stuff I had. In a box I hadn’t looked through since I left for college were notes girls had sent me starting in middle school. I read them, laughed, and pitched them. Those letters were baggage that I had long forgotten about and didn’t want to carry around anymore.

By: Mom

Mom — Sun, 08 Nov 2009 17:02:58 +0000

I think that’s more or less part of AA. Forgive when it’s needed, apologize if that’s needed, then move on. As far as keepsakes, keep the ones that make you smile and toss anything else. Just keeping things that hurt is masochistic. You have arrived! Give your sweet family a hug for me.

By: Candy

Candy — Sun, 08 Nov 2009 15:15:53 +0000

Awwww… good for you. I hear ya though. People are amazed that I throw away things like I do – my yearbooks, my prom dress (heck, my wedding dress). Those things don’t matter. My yearbooks were meaningless, my husband wasn’t in them, I was, but I didn’t like high school and frankly that was so long ago I don’t remember much and what I do remember, eh. Who cares. Life is sweet now, toss the bad stuff.

I toss a LOT though. I’m constantly throwing away stuff, it makes my friends a little uncomfortable. LOL