There are parallels between my mother’s life and my own

Keywords: family chronicles , writing , writing a book , ancestry , old photos , memoir , family history , daily post , past , texas , digging up the past , family photos

I’m shifting my focus, changing up my process. I will gather all the photos of one person regardless of decade and create a timeline. But what about the other people in that person’s life? Where do they go? Why am I doing this anyway? There is something I need from all of this. Maybe the clenching in my gut is a sign to keep going. To find the right path. I hope there’s juicy dirt or ridiculousness hiding for me.

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Holding On

Lifestyle, Philosophy

Puking Rainbows

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I have a habit of holding onto things. Be it a trinket from my pristine toys, or a fresh yet old cardigan that, doesn’t really matter, still fits me or not.
I go to streets and often stare blankly at the spots that once had my impression there with other people.

I take screenshots of (sometimes sparkling, sometimes saddening) quotes on life and like to keep them with me. Not that I’ve the idea of reposting them, but to again feel the energy they radiate.

I hold onto books, pages, their words. Hence, I keep folding the corners of their pages and underlining sentences whenever I find something beautiful.

Sadly, I hold onto people as well. Everytime I meet someone new, my conscience books them a different place into my cerebral remembrance and sometimes in my heart; In all those untraveled paths for everyone to walk all over and leave…

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