These bookshelves in my study have been overflowing for months and months. I sat down to clean them, to organize them, and found decade-old memories. In my senior creative writing class, we wrote our memories from each year of school. Kindergarten through twelfth grade. What a treasure. Things I’ve long forgotten. Best friends, twirling lessons, sleep overs, laughter, learning, great teachers, wonderful parents. And that was just elementary school.
I’d forgotten how much I hated middle school. It was awful.
Then high school. So much new. Emotions, growth, friends, spirituality, dreams, hopes. Memories that take my breath away. Like the line that said “then I became friends with so-and-so” … and so-and-so is a long gone part of life, but the memories are so sweet. So breathtakingly sweet. Cheerleading, and church youth group, and yearbook, and boyfriends, and Girls Night Outs, and ten-year-old Honda Preludes with wide-gaping-holes for a sunroof, and angry chick music (and here), and new experiences.
Here I sit, ten years later, with an incredible husband, a lovely home, a job I’d only dreamed of, a college education, and so much more. And knowing that I’ve done it… that I faced life, grabbed it by the horns, and dealt with the things that have come my way (with only the occasional burying my head in the sand). To say I’m grateful for the gifts, the lessons, the memories of the last ten years is an understatement.
Yet, there are things I miss from that time. Like striving for my best instead of perfection. Or living contentedly with enough and the occasional, long-awaited splurge. And my girlfriends (they are now three hours away). Or dreaming like the sky is the limit. And my first car. Oh, that car. Or being nice to people but not sweating it when someone didn’t like me. Or letting myself get angry, or hurt, or upset.
Life takes twists and turns and ups and downs like we’d never dream. These days will pass and ten years will come in their place and life and laughter and joy and pain and love and heartache will flow through our hearts and we’ll sit down in ten years to clean out our bookshelf and have our breath taken away at how quickly the days have gone and how sweet the memories.
Enjoy this day, my friend. It is a gift to be savored in the living and in the remembering.