Memories and Milestones

Memories…the scrapbooks of our minds that can be opened at any time, by anyone or anything. Think about it. We all have that song…that one song that can instantly erase the moment at hand with a good feeling. Think about it. We all have that someone…that one person we haven’t seen physically in years, yet their image takes us time traveling to a place far beyond their recent Facebook post.

Memories hold everything from nostalgia to learned lessons. Some will never be worthy of a glue stick and expensive paper. But, is it possible to turn things we want to forget into opportunities for appreciation? What if instead of wishing for the re-do we focus on building integrity? What if we stopped letting poor decisions and unfortunate circumstances define who we are today? When we admit fault and ask for forgiveness, bravery strengthens our soul. When we decide to own our decisions, confidence strengthens our posture.

Memories… the best of the best bring with them a feeling that we desperately wish would last forever. But, they’re not called the good old days because we are living in the bad new days. Today, we can turn memories into milestones and continue to appreciate. Every moment is an opportunity to create the happiness we deserve.

If you miss the way you danced on your honeymoon, play the song and find your groove. If you miss someone that passed on, talk to them. And, if you miss holding your child’s hand, then grab it. You are in control.

YOU are a treasure!

Head nods and peace signs

This summer began with my feet dangling from a tail gate counting head nods and peace signs. Let me set the record straight about us Deadheads. Some enhance. Some escape. Some do both. Now, let me set the record straight about everyone. Differences in choices or lifestyles are not reasons to be a jerk.

In junior high I was a member of the show choir. I did not try out for personal growth or to showcase a talent. I just wanted to be a part of something. You see, once upon a time acceptance was connected to adequacy. Once upon a time I allowed someone else to decide if I could sing and dance with others.

Oh, how time uncovers treasures in the form of mature perception and truth. Let me set the record straight about the self I’ve never understood more clearly. Today, the person accepting is me. I accept my words, my actions and my imperfections. I accept that some of my traits are a condition…not a personality. I accept the fact that not everyone gets it.

And now I dance on grass and not a stage. My audition requires nothing but a good mood and the choreography is easy…head nods and peace signs.

Dance with me, friends. YOU are a treasure!