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Like Calvin I was never that interested in success, I wanted to do things I enjoyed. But unlike him, I cared about the middle years — I was willing to do some work when I was young to create a life I loved. As usual, one size doesn’t fit all.
What are some of your best memories? What part of your life do they come from? Are you still creating them?
December 30, 2015
i feel like i’m still creating them!
(with a little help from my friends :))
i seem to have put most of my memories into peanut posts.
it was wonderful… because i re-lived them as i wrote.
hope to make many more!
had to finally make myself STOP reading in art before breakfast.
a very inspiring little book! going to read it fully through first.
and then…. 🙂
xo
I’m creating new ones all the time, too. No spending most of our time looking backwards. 🙂
I am definitely still creating them. I was programmed for “success” as a young one, and I lived too many years striving for the next goal. I am much happier now that I simply try to live a life that makes me happy, although my Dad wonders how I lost that drive for success that he liked so much 😉
Good for you for finding your own path!
I’m also still creating new and interesting memories, as well as looking back at the old ones. If you’re not creating new memories, what else are you doing except vegetating?
I agree, it’s important to build new ones — good ones, of course.
There are just too many memories from childhood onwards that keep coming up thanks to old friends, classmates, colleagues etc popping up regularly, thanks to modern social media’s spread. I keep creating new ones too as I think that my life is quite full of events and people even when I don’t venture out much.
That’s great — reinforcing old memories and building new ones. Yay, to you all!
My dear Jean,
Who, if not me, would keep you on your toes? On one hand you recommend creating memories, on the other you say “… No spending most of our time looking backwards.” It’s a physical and mental impossibility to have memories without looking back at them.
As to your question about your readers’ memories – in my case there are too many to pick one within the confines of this comment box.
Ever the one to throw a spanner in the works I do question whether we “create” memories. Even if you sat still and never lifted a finger again that’d still be a memory – some time down the line. We “create” as long as we live.
Other than that, Jean, thank you so very much for your moral and other support over 2015.
May 2016 shine on all of us,
Affectionately,
Ursula
Yes, may 2016 shine on all of us.
Memories are tricky things:
This immediately reminded of a time when my youngest niece was very small.
My sister told me that she was starting to scold her for something when my niece looked up at her with her tiny face and solemnly said to her – “don’t create a bad memory for me”. Then she just walked away. My sister said she was so taken back that she just dropped the whole thing.
Kids can be scary! LOL!
She is one smart kid! 😀
About 1960 winning a cup for most improved sports girl at Twilight Sports. Of course, I never won anything, I couldn’t run/jump because of my disabilities but Mother made me go every week to be with other able bodied children… I still have the baby cup but Mother never got it engraved – in around 2000 I tried to find out about the club but records don’t exist.
October, 1968 and I boarded a plane to fly to England – everyone at this end all upset, me happy-as. Finally getting away from the insufferable mother and to some degree father. [Or course, I didn’t know the real reason I had been offered this magnificent trip, at that time. When I did find out it was all over what would be classed as a storm in a teacup – a doctor who misdiagnosed my mother of a terminal illness] – my mother died of something else in 1975.
During that period 68-75 I made some even greater memories… including a safari from Kenya to South Africa with about 12 others camping in all kinds of interesting places. I remember one night we all woke up and heard a chomping sort of noise, we peeped out the back zip and there was a zebra – right there!!!
In more recent times, achieved a lot more which is what I often write about at my blog…and I DON’T INTEND TO STOP!
I sure hope you don’t stop! I love your posts. You do have a nice collection of memories. 🙂