I’m really just a sieve

This afternoon I ate a cashew like I was a prisoner in a cell and it was the only food I had. The things you notice with such focus! I turned a page in my journal that was full of reminders, little poems, to-do lists, and notes to myself. I turned to a blank page and felt a sense of freedom.

Not only the page but everything is blank and brand new like all I’ve written here is all I’ve got—which is nothing. My memory is terrible lately and I’m a little worried but really I think it’s healthy not to have so much stored up in my mind all the time. Even that journal page full of reminders and lists was starting to stress me out.

I’m really just a sieve. My only function is to have things flow through me. And when I’ve caught too many big rocks, I need to be turned over and dumped out.