I think much of our lives can be summed up in hindsight. I look back and I’m reminded of where I’ve come from. It adds to the big picture. It becomes a part of my future.
I can be quick to bury the past and move on. I don’t do Facebook or high school reunions. I don’t want to catch up on the last twenty years and then say, “Let’s go out for coffee sometime”, when you never will. That doesn’t mean I’m not thrilled to run into someone I haven’t seen for ages or get an email from a long lost high school friend. I’m just a like to live here and now and wonder what’s next kinda girl.
I’m learning to honor my past by the lessons I’ve learned and the baby steps I’ve taken. Leaps of faith, crossing milestones and broken patterns have made my present secure. My failures and victories give me a strong foundation – a foundation I can stand on and go from. Rather than wipe away my past and start over I’ll take it with me, plant another marker along a row dotted with earlier markers and shrines dedicated to living, walk into a brilliant future where I’ll remember that I’ve already achieved the impossible a few times and I can damn well do it again.
In Crescent Beach
Scott and I ditched the kids (thank you Val, my mother in law, and Caitlin, my niece), went out for dinner and went for a walk at Crescent Beach. I found this lovely photo of Crescent Beach at Google Images taken by Omar Branine.