There is a box under my bed, literally and hypothetically. You guessed it, I store all kinds of things in that box: shoes, seasonal clothing, my wedding dress, all of the things that you would expect to find in a storage box.
But this box, this translucent box is where I store all of the things that I need to survive.
My creativity, the tools used for those processes, My dreams, (all of them) the scary, the funny, the colorful and the downright weird,
My memories, the ones that no one can touch, taint or take away,
and there are probably more in there that I am not revealing.
So as blogs go, this is a new venture for me and therefore an introduction, so follow me as I journey through that box under my bed.
I love it!! I can't wait to see what "unfolds" here..
ReplyDeleteThanks Dawn--I am still getting used to this, takes me awhile but I will figure it out.
ReplyDeleteThis is really a sweet story Sharie! I have always had a thing about boxes myself. My dad always had boxes and I used to sneak into them and look in. I loved to explore them because each box had its own little secrets. Now today I collect boxes because of that reason. Boxes have always been interesting because they always contain something. Kind of mysterious and secretive also. I love this idea of yours about your box. =) Sometimes we do things because of the way we were raised as a child. Your box was because of the fear of loosing something, and mine box was because I needed more attention from my father. This was a way I could be close secretively.
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