I broke one of my own rules. Kind of.

My grown daughter left a mountain of stuff behind when she finally got her own place. I have put off for months dealing with the boxes, bags, and over-stuffed closet. This rainy day seemed like a good time to start chipping away at the clutter.

Until I came upon the discarded journal pages.

My broken rule? Never read things not meant for your eyes. No good will ever come of it.