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.
“Whenever I think of the past, it brings back so many memories.”
After visiting my family in Burke, South Dakota (population 670ish) last week I’ve returned home to Vermont and made a few discoveries. I thought I’d share them and maybe you’ve experienced something similar at some point in your life. As always, I would love to have you shoot me an e-mail and share your thoughts.
This is a mash-up of where I’ve spent the most time in my life.
South Dakota/23 years • Vermont/25 years • Massachusetts/Lots of summers/holidays
1) As a nearly 49 year old woman (October 12th) I no longer visit my childhood home feeling like a child. It helps when my husband comes with me. I feel more in touch with my adult life…and much less so when it’s just me and the kids.
2) My children are rapidly growing up and I’m no longer a parent of “young kids”. GOOD.
3) I don’t feel particularly old except that I need “readers” in every damn room.
4) I basically like who I’ve grown to become AND I know that I’ll spend the rest of my life getting to know myself better. I’m up for the challenge and hopefully the people I’ve chosen to date are up for it too.
5) Life isn’t easy and sometimes during the hard stuff all we can do is “show up” for our people. However, the hard stuff makes you grow and the good stuff is just pretty wonderful. And I’m slowly learning (very slowly) to let the bullshit slide. It isn’t worth my energy now.
6) At this age I am more deliberate about my time, my people and choices. I think “deliberate” feels awesome in nearly every context.
7)Sometimes this age feels like a second adolescence. I like it, my twin daughters and I are in it together—which is sometimes adorable and sometimes really NOT…but always interesting. One day they will find it all very funny, I think.
ad·o·les·cence
ˌadəˈlesəns/
noun
noun: adolescence
the period following the onset of puberty during which a young person develops from a child into an adult.
OR, the period before menopause when you no longer have to take care of little kids, naps are OK, preparing meals is optional & you worry a helluva lot less about what people think.
This photo is our shared sorrow over the end of the “van years”. I had to fake my sadness, actually. I now drive a VW Passat and I don’t really miss my van…except maybe listening to movies on road trips. But, now we listen to the TED Radio Hour, This American Life and The Moth on NPR. We save them up for our trips and they always provide remarkable discussions.
