I was sitting here going through and cyber-stalking people that I used to be friends with in high school. I started feeling a little sad and reminiscent about "the good ole days". But then I remembered what the sermon was about on Sunday at church. Moving forward. It's one thing to recall the wonderful times you had as a child, teen, young adult, or even just yesterday. But remember that its all past now. You can't go back and relive those glory days.
I occasionally find myself regretting things that I have done in my life; mistakes I have made, choices I faltered with, and situations that I could have handled better. I often long to go back and fix what was broken. But I know that I can't. God's will for me is to continue on down this path. I know that He will guide me through the decisions I make from here.
Nostalgia is a good thing most of the time. I like remembering summer nights spent outside with friends. I can go back in my head and play back lots of different times in my teen years. I enjoy them now. It's like watching a familiar movie, the kind you've seen a hundred times but it's still funny and still can make you cry.
I remember and look fondly upon those friends who came into my life for that season. And I move on to the friends who continued down the path with me and the new ones I've met along the way.
All of the new friends that I have met and made have been so completely different from the ones I knew "back when" and I like that I can share those memories with my new friends. And I look forward to making more memories with my husband, daughter, family and friends (both new and old).
Friday, March 4, 2011
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Writing
Throughout my life I have always wanted to be a writer. I have started and never finished many stories/novels. I have a million ideas running through my head most of the time but nothing I think other people would be interested in.
I would love to be able to write "the great American novel" but that is a goal striven for by too many as it is. Right now I would just love to write a book that gathers a small following.
I've been writing short stories for most of my life. The first one I remember writing was in 3rd grade about a cat and a unicorn that became friends. It was about one page long and wasn't too shabby for an 8 year old.
Creative writing was my favorite part of English class all through grade school. I always waited for the day when the teacher would say "Now write a story about....." and then I could just let my mind wander to another world.
Most of the time my worlds were thrillers or slightly deranged. Even now the stories that I write are usually wrapped in mental mystery. My main characters are almost always going through some kind of mental breakdown or personal trauma.
Maybe that is because I always feel that I am going through something. I'm not. It's just the way my mind tends to work. I feel things very deeply and can be a bit dramatic at times.
But not everyone wants to read about the seemingly average girl, with a few friends who has debilitating panic attacks and fits of paranoia.
But until people do, that book will just continue to float around in my head with the other hundred thoughts that I have throughout the day.
I would love to be able to write "the great American novel" but that is a goal striven for by too many as it is. Right now I would just love to write a book that gathers a small following.
I've been writing short stories for most of my life. The first one I remember writing was in 3rd grade about a cat and a unicorn that became friends. It was about one page long and wasn't too shabby for an 8 year old.
Creative writing was my favorite part of English class all through grade school. I always waited for the day when the teacher would say "Now write a story about....." and then I could just let my mind wander to another world.
Most of the time my worlds were thrillers or slightly deranged. Even now the stories that I write are usually wrapped in mental mystery. My main characters are almost always going through some kind of mental breakdown or personal trauma.
Maybe that is because I always feel that I am going through something. I'm not. It's just the way my mind tends to work. I feel things very deeply and can be a bit dramatic at times.
But not everyone wants to read about the seemingly average girl, with a few friends who has debilitating panic attacks and fits of paranoia.
But until people do, that book will just continue to float around in my head with the other hundred thoughts that I have throughout the day.
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