tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14774195.post113668443547191336..comments2024-03-25T15:24:58.086-05:00Comments on My Messy, Thrilling Life: Scrap CrapBrinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06516947462811712702noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14774195.post-24527454095975163742010-12-21T00:33:39.025-06:002010-12-21T00:33:39.025-06:00I am a scrapper, and I totally feel your pain. I f...I am a scrapper, and I totally feel your pain. I finally came to the conclusion that I need to let the pictures do the talking, with only minimal notation. This works for me (though not for any of my scrapper friends or family - they all think I'm nuts), because - like you - I feel that memory is a better judge of the past than any documentation that I can come up with. I scrap because it relaxes me, and because I have trouble with my memory (rough childhood, lots and lots of disociation that robbed me of many memories). The biggest decision I made - the most important - was to only scrap those things that I want to remember. Like you (like most honest people) I have many painful notations on the pages of my life, and there are some that are best left un-documented. But I will document that boy who broke my heart, because he was first a boy who showed me that I had a heart worth breaking, and I am thankful for that. I will document the father who betrayed me because he was first the father who taught me how to take care of myself - how to survive - and he is a part of me, even if one that hurts. But I refuse to document anything that I cannot offer to God with praise on my lips! For me, this is a goodly compromise.<br /><br />By the way, I mentioned you on my blog. I thought you might want to know. God bless you, friend :)Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15784012926662729935noreply@blogger.com