Today I woke up with two tags from people belonging to two distinct spheres of my life yet both are interconnected by literary writing: one a photo tag on Instagram by my writer-friend from the Dumaguete workshop and one an email with a sudden memory flashback from another writer-friend during her UP workshop days where I was working as a graduate assistant. I ended up missing these two distinct batches of people, my Dumaguete posse and my writer-friend who's also from my lesbian circle of trusted friends. I ended up telling my lezfriend about a sort-of fallout I had with another writer-friend she knew and met before. Strange how things turn in this life, really.
I just paused and reflected on stuff as I went about my ways this morning when I was having my usual breakfast of cereals and now coffee. Telling my friend via email of a painful story made me realize that some stories in my life, small heartaches here and there, are best kept out of my journals. I don't think I want some memories to be stored in my journals but it's good to tap them out of my brain-consciousness, too, via another way: processing and sharing them with my trusted souls. So I guess that's what I did today, shared this not-so-small-but-really-disappointing heartache I had with a writer-friend, which I also shared with my top-of-mind/body/heart trusted soul today, my sweetheart. I also had another mini-heartache I realized yesterday, after attending a queer-themed talk, which I shared with my sweetheart over the phone in our daily talks. And that helped me immensely. No, I don't think I have to make taktak these mini-heartaches on my journals anymore. I don't want them to be logged into the annals of my life's records. I'm just glad that the universe sent me these trusted souls to whom I could also bear my soul when it's hurting.
I have been so lucky, really, in this life. And this small note is a reminder for me to be always thankful of the ones that stick, and to just let go of the ones that slide. As my sweetheart said, I have to let it go before it causes me physical pain, these mini-heartaches. Yes, here I am, doing that.
So as I heed my love's advice, I bid you good morning. Life is short; let go.
Sweetheart selfie September 2014 edition.
Let go and let smiles take over.