Six years ago I wrote this blog post when I was feeling a little nostalgic. I was writing about how much I loved fall and how I drove Julian by our old house to see the tree in our old yard in all it's fall glory. Then I mentioned how much I missed that house and those days.
And you know what's so super weird?
I look back now at that six-year-ago me, pregnant with my third child, living in Alto, with a very different life than the one I have now, and I think WOW. I sure miss that house and those days.
I wonder if that's what life is, if you make your life good. A constant looking back fondly and nostalgically at different seasons from the past.
When I'm just living my daily life, I take in all the minutiae that creates a day, the good and the bad. It doesn't always seem "special" (even though I know every moment we're alive and breathing is special- that's another thought for another day). It doesn't always seem that great, or even good. Sometimes life is downright hard and frustrating. Often I'm impatient for what's to come.
But a trend I'm really noticing is that in hindsight, seasons have a way of polishing away all the minutiae, especially the hard and frustrating stuff, and only reflecting back what was good. I've noticed this happens in relationships too- when they're over, much of the sadness comes from remembering all the great things and somehow forgetting, for the most part, the hard parts.
What a blessing.
If you're wise enough to hold a knowing that there was hard and messy and boring mixed in with the wonderfulness of the memories, then you can bask in the nostalgia and missing of the good.
I want to make my life so good that if I'm blessed with old age, I'll look back at an entire life of "the good old days".
Lindsay
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