I know it’s only July 27th and there’s a lot of summer to still be lived & enjoyed. However, this morning I felt like some of my summer 2016 memories are beginning to blur.
blur/verb—to make or become unclear or less distinct (Merriam-Webster)
I want to slow it all down. I really want to be a good steward of my memories.
How exactly do I go about doing that?
- I journal. Every night I write down 3-4 things that were great about my day. This will help my great grandchildren try to figure out what the summer of 2016 was like for me…but it doesn’t stop the blur.
- I try to breathe, savor, soak it in…all of the stuff “Oprah” tells me to do…it still blurs a lot of the time. Perhaps I’m trying to hard.
After I layered these photos and saw my daughter jumping into the clouds and a beach sign on a South Dakota gravel road I realized that I have to accept that this is the nature of our memories. Even if we can’t recall everything with great detail and clarity our memories are always a part of us. They may surface again one day and they may not. I guess, just like everything else in life the path of least resistance is: ACCEPTANCE.
Here’s to a bunch of sweet summer memories…all blurred together.
