Museum of Broken Relationships

Alright y'all, did you see my title? This is not something that I made up to amuse you. You can learn all about it HERE :) (did you see that? I added a link for y'all) Anyways, the premise of the museum is basically to tell the stories of breakups/ relationships through an object. All of the items are donated by random people, which I think is really cool. It helps to end the stigma of breakups, and to end the crazy thought that people feel alone in them. Through the museum, you learn that people all over the country deal with them every day and the marks that the relationship leaves on them.
Sometimes the stories are funny, and others, they're serious and sad. It varies, but I love the concept. I wish one would be opened near my state honestly.

However, have you ever thought about what object signifies a past relationship or a present one? If you had to donate ONE thing, what would it be?

Ha, now it's your turn to think. 

I have mulled over what I would donate, and I definitely know what it would be. As a person who keeps anything sentimental, I could probably donate my entire closet. However, this is the museum of broken relationships I'm talking about here, so it's gotta be significant. Having not been in an official "relationship" myself,  one might look at me and assume that I don't have anything worth hanging up that signifies a relationship of any sorts. Luckily, I spent a few months deep in love with someone, without an official title. With that being said, I would definitely donate the first time the person told me that he loved me. He wrote it down on a piece of paper, a tangible object for me to hold on to. Even though we can't talk without arguing now, it still holds a special place in my heart. I think it's a worthy donation, and I might have to hang it up in my personal museum of broken relationships: AKA a shoe box.

I think we all have a personal museum of broken relationships, or something of the sort. We all hold on to things, physically or emotionally, because at one point- it mattered. And I'm learning that it's perfectly okay. It's okay to mourn for as long as you need. Days, months, or years. Because you have feelings that are valid. It took me so long to realize it, but it's becoming clearer as the days move forward. I think we all have our own schedule for heartbreak and the healing that comes with it. Also (I'm about to go off on a tangent but), I think it's a common misconception that once we "move on" that we're perfectly fine. Sorry, but I think that "moving on" is only one of the first steps. This means you've chosen to do something else, or try to love someone else.  Not that you're fully healed. It's still an open wound. Maybe I don't know what I'm talking about, but I'm convinced that each individual is different in their healing process and how they chose to handle things.

Now that i've talked for a little bit about breaking and healing, do you have your object of donation? Yes? Good. Use that object, and remember it. Remember how that relationship made you feel, and constantly strive to feel even better the next go around. I believe in you :) Thanks to everyone who's been keeping up with me on this journey, and has started to help me believe in myself along the way. You guys seriously rock.

Much love,

Emma Jane

p.s if you have an "object story" I'd love to hear it :)

Writing What I Know

They always say to "write what you know", so I'm trying to get better at documenting the days. I know that "what I know" will soon be changing, just like the rest of my life. Therefore, I'll try my best to write about it. However, throughout the years I think it's been astonishing that I've consistently known about heartbreak and falling in love, but on different scales. When I was younger, I fell in love with my family. When I was a little older, I fell in love with my friends, seeing what joy they bring me. On top of my love for my family and my friends, high school has shown me what it means to fall in love with another human being. And let me tell you, that's where I learned about heartbreak. When I was younger, my heart broke when I was forced to move away from Austin, Texas at 6 years old. When I was about 16, it broke at the hands of an individual treating me in the opposite of a God-pleasing way. (but God worked through me to help heal my wounds!!)

 Because of this, I've been able to write what I know. I believe I've always known heartbreak and falling in love, and how they make me really feel, but as I've grown, it all just gets more complex. I hope that they become even more complex as I grow, but that I get a little smarter along with them. I don't want any more heartbreak honestly, but I know it's coming with the complexity of my future. And boy, is that scary. I thought moving was the worst thing I could be put through when I was younger, then I thought the power a teenage boy had over me was the worst thing in the world, and I'm not prepared for what's going to come next. At the end of the day though, God's gonna take care of me. If he can have the whole world in his hands, then I know I'll be okay.

Sometimes though, I don't know anything. I think it's called "writer's block". With that, I usually start to talk about my day, and the people around me. Today was an exciting one, because I got to try something new. I got to experience a full-body massage. Which is awesome. I also went prom dress shopping, and went shopping with some friends for a guy friend of mine. Then, we all proceeded to go to Walmart and get stuff to make cookies.

With cookies made, and a prom dress shopped for, I would call today a success. I'm writing what I know, and I still think that isn't much. Maybe I knew more when I was 6 years old, or maybe I wish to only still know that much. However, I guess I've learned something along the way about different stages of falling in love, and the many stages of heartbreak. Through it all, I've mostly learned that I'm loved by my Savior, and that's what matters at the end of the day.


Thanks for reading:)

I hope you have a great day!

Emma Jane