And...Charlotte Clayton has kindly blogged about the Black Company session...
For me, Thursday’s session was awesome. We were asked to delve into our memories and think about the light hearted memories from our childhood involving toys and valued objects, which were to be used to inspire a piece of theatre. So, I sat there and at first, I found it really hard. My mind just blanked and I just sat there and then pop! Banks were unlocked and floods of memories returned to me. Eskimo Bob (it was a coat that gave me that nickname), baby Annabel & my previous satin ballet shoes returned. It just amazed me how much the mind and memory stores and how it stores moments you don’t expect.
So… I’m overhauling my bedroom after decades of physical triggers have accumulated and clutter piles have increased. I’m a hoarder, and I cling onto memories like no tomorrow. Constantly finding excuses to keep stuff, it’s like I’m overhauling who I am and what defines me. Nostalgia grips you and it feels like you shouldn’t be throwing said item out but you know that you should.
I’m not gonna lie, I’m somewhat afraid of change. I don’t like feeling out of control and Thursday’s session reminded me of how quickly worlds can change. Time waits for no one and whether you’re ready to take the next step, you’ve got to take it anyway. It’s a silly thing, wait no, it’s a stupid thing to say but I don’t like the idea that in a couple of years, someone might not even remember your name and what you look like because you’ve changed so much.
Archiving done.
Clayton, out.'
For me, Thursday’s session was awesome. We were asked to delve into our memories and think about the light hearted memories from our childhood involving toys and valued objects, which were to be used to inspire a piece of theatre. So, I sat there and at first, I found it really hard. My mind just blanked and I just sat there and then pop! Banks were unlocked and floods of memories returned to me. Eskimo Bob (it was a coat that gave me that nickname), baby Annabel & my previous satin ballet shoes returned. It just amazed me how much the mind and memory stores and how it stores moments you don’t expect.
So… I’m overhauling my bedroom after decades of physical triggers have accumulated and clutter piles have increased. I’m a hoarder, and I cling onto memories like no tomorrow. Constantly finding excuses to keep stuff, it’s like I’m overhauling who I am and what defines me. Nostalgia grips you and it feels like you shouldn’t be throwing said item out but you know that you should.
I’m not gonna lie, I’m somewhat afraid of change. I don’t like feeling out of control and Thursday’s session reminded me of how quickly worlds can change. Time waits for no one and whether you’re ready to take the next step, you’ve got to take it anyway. It’s a silly thing, wait no, it’s a stupid thing to say but I don’t like the idea that in a couple of years, someone might not even remember your name and what you look like because you’ve changed so much.
Archiving done.
Clayton, out.'
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