What if the past is a backpack that I put on each day,
and each morning when I rise, I choose what I will carry forward with me?
What if I imagine that each memory, each moment of my past
weighed the same; traumas and celebrations alike?
If today is a journey I am about to embark upon,
what do I pack?
I look to the journey of this day and sort through what I have laid out.
I pack memories that will keep me warm.
I pack the map of lessons learned to help me find the best route forward.
I pack the knowing of those in my life who will walk beside me.
I pack the wisdom of my ancestors, and my love for those I’ve lost.
I pack my circle of friends, like a life preserver I always have if needed.
I pack moments of joy and laughter as a reminder that sorrow has a companion.
I pack the insights gained to use as a cushion for moments of quiet reflection.
I pack the love I have received, as a gift I know I can now give to others along the way.
Pausing, I find that my bag is nearly full.
If I really wanted to, I could squeeze in hurt feelings,
or that grudge I’ve been carrying.
However, there certainly doesn’t seem to be room for that person I’ve been choosing not to forgive,
or that disagreement that I didn’t want to let go of.
Well, maybe I could squeeze that one in!
Or, better yet, I could leave a little space in my pack for growth
and begin the journey of today a little lighter than the day before,
not weighed down by the past.