thoughts on: appreciating the past

i knew i wanted to write something today, but wasn’t feeling inspired by anything.  as luck would have it, the text chain with my mom and sisters provided something for me to muse on.bb thoughts on the pastmy mom was sending us baby pictures to see how my niece compares to us, when she sent us one from my sister’s 8th grade graduation.  she had dyed hair (boy was she in trouble) but otherwise looks adorably adorable.  her reaction?  the expected “yikes.”  my response?  enjoy and appreciate the past.

easier said than done, for sure.  but why?  why is it so hard to appreciate all the mistakes we made, all the cringe-y moments that we hate to think back on?  we all have those.  if you don’t, you aren’t a person.  and i truly mean that.  of course we look back and have second hand embarrassment for how we looked or what we said.  we have regrets, maybe small ones if you’re lucky, but regrets all the same.

without the trials and tribulations of life, we wouldn’t be where we are today.  i very firmly believe that.  and i don’t mean that we have to have had the fight of our lives.  the everyday mistakes that we make change us for the better.  we learn and we grow from everything we do, good and bad.  everything we experience, witness, hear, understand, empathize with, sympathize with.  we are ever-evolving organisms that can adapt to any sort of adversity.  especially the adversity within ourselves.

i guess my point here is not to shun the past.  not to be ashamed of silly outfits, weird hair-dos (i use to wear an insanely big bun smack dab on the top of my head – much to the enjoyment of my less than kind peers), stupid comments, tears shed in public places.  all of these factors result in the magical souls that we are today.  the past is there for a reason, to remind us of where we come from and why we are who we are.  and that, i think, is worth cherishing.

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thoughts on: appreciating the past

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