I remember events. I remember things I feel like I should. I remember most appointments and important dates and big deals. But….when it comes to lots of small things…lots of young life things…I just frankly DO NOT REMEMBER. It’s not about one particular time period in my life (like tenth grade) or a certain person being involved (like a boy, perhaps). I dare say that maybe there are hurts there…maybe pain…a bit of stupidity….maybe just silly-ness….that the good Lord just doesn’t want me to remember. I have no idea what the reason is, but I know it’s there. I’ve often even worried about it…like I was worried I had something really wrong with me. Beyond what I already know…. 🙂 But I don’t worry anymore over it. I appreciate the memories that I do have and I do crave to remember more. When I find a picture or a blurb of something I wrote, I do what I can to figure out what piece of my life that was from….I am serious when I say that some things I have NO memory of. I guess that’s why I take SO many pictures now – and I try to write things down more often. I make notes and write things in my calendars (which I keep every one of) and I hope to not lose fragments as the years keep going by. Any ideas on better ways to document life? I’d sure love to hear them!!
3 thoughts on “Memories”
I thought I was broken and worried I'd forget my kids by the time they are grown. I haven't been proactive in preserving the memories, though, aside from photos and prayers. I think the big difference is I hated life before and I love it now and that will make all the difference.
Keep me around? 😉 I remember everything. Except where I put my sanity. That I have seem too forget where I put it. But I can tell YOU things about your life. SO I figure…that's what friends are for! 🙂
You definitely do remember everything, Alena!!! Sometimes that doesn't work out so well for me. (Yes, I did change my number that time……) 🙂