It feels like only yesterday that I was wearing acid-wash jeans, life was all about the weekend and my collection of mix tapes was growing by leaps and bounds. I’m turning how old??
I’m grateful for my sense of humor, and hope it’s always there when I need it.
As another new year begins, the need to strike a balance between past and present emerges once again.
Our heart aches – not from regret, but from the memory of what was.
On any given day, they come…memories, playing like movies in my head.
It took almost 30 years, a random sentence and an impromptu visit to an old friend’s grave to make me realize what I did that day and to show me how far I’ve come.
It’s been 20 years since I’ve heard her laugh, dried the dishes while she washed and enjoyed her company over cookies and coffee. Only one cookie allowed per cup, by the way. That was our rule.
The connection, the belonging…reminds me once again, I’ve come home.
Restored to her former glory, it was time to set sail.
For years, I fought the urge to cry. Thankfully, I’ve recently discovered what I’ve been missing.