I am definitely bouncing between manic moments these days. I have 6 weeks to sell my vehicle, update my computer, get in as many hugs and kisses as possible, OH and renew my passport, get my student visa and buy my plane tickets! YIKES!
But in all this wonderful chaos, I have found these moments of reflection and peace. As I venture forward, I have to stop and remember how I got here. I don’t want to take anything for granted. Even as I am writing this, I am savoring the chords of “One Sunday Morning” and swooning a little bit.
So I reflect back to my pivotal summer. You remember yours? Everyone has had one of those perfect summers that evoke only smiles and far away looks when we reminisce. Mine was 1994 and I was 20 years old. This was the summer of road trips in a 1957 Dodge Van spanning 1000 miles with brakes that worked most of the time, headfuls of tunes, massive concerts, the sealing of lifelong friendships and uninhibited invincibility.
Now when I look back, at age 38, I only know that I don’t want to lose that time. I think the most remarkable thing about collecting the past and bringing it with me is that I also have a wisdom and wakefulness that I did not possess before. To honor myself and my time here, I got a permanent reminder of how good life really is. Bring It!