We spent the afternoon in a Bestie's backyard, burning our journals, incinerating old histories.
I called it Burning Gal. I burned 2002-2013. The grief sex, the comp het, the desperate emptiness that was my companion after my mother died in 2001. I burned the seeking, the mistakes; I burned Steve, Ben, Matthew, Mike, and all the ones in between.
We ate hot dogs grilled on the embers of our burned journals. Benson laid on an old yoga mat (now his picnic mat), chomping on watermelon in the shade, and I let my baggage go.
I came home lighter -- and tanner. Showering the smoke smell out my hair, I thought about how far I've come.
And how one thing hasn't changed much: my lack of work/life balance.
Guess I know what my unfinished business is.
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