Remembory.

Remembering. That's what I'm good at. I forget little details all the time, I leave things, I forget to watch where I'm going, how loud I'm being... but I remember the important things.

Like. Comfort smells and good conversations, reading books and taking walks. The potency, the weight of human interaction and how I feel when embraced completely or rejected fully. I remember what I have lost and what I have gained. I remember. Each experience has put a weight on my identity and I am grounded and rooted in the things that matter. 

But sometimes I am held back by remembering. I am held back by wanting the things that are no more. I am tied down by denying my right to be anything but what I have always been. I remember not being confident and so I deny myself the right to be strong. I remember how relationships used to look like and so I refuse to recognize when they become unhealthy. 

So this is my plight, dear friends. To know when it is worth remembering and when it is necessary to forget. To forget in the way that allows freedom and growth and so so much truth. 

This will be a lot harder than I think.