…into the future.
I love the past. If that’s not evident then allow me to say it loud and proud. The past is said and done, but there are still lessons to learn and gifts to be earned from bygone days.
As I grown up (and “grown up”), I treasure my history (and the people, places, and things associated with it). Nostalgia has helped me chronicle not only my past, but to also remind others of fond memories they’d lost hold of themselves.
I get feedback from time to time asking how I came into a lot of what I have. A lot of searching, a lot is stuff from my own childhood, and the rest is stuff that you just have to know where to look.
The somber thought remains that one day it will all leave my hands as well, but hopefully a future niece/nephew/son/daughter will get to be the curator I’ve tried to be of the times I’ve lived in.
The material things are not what matter most in this world. The walks with nature I take and the secluded moments in commune with my Creator help me understand that fact greater every time.
It great to be seated in the past, but it’s always best to look toward the future.
It’s only a day away.