Lately I've been doing a lot of reminiscing and contemplation about my past. I'm trying to bring out the happy memories. It's too easy to always focus on the bad memories, which does nothing but bring you down. Why is it that bad memories stick better in our minds than the good times? As I get older, I'm finding that memories of good times are fading quickly. In fact, there's times when I have difficulty even remembering anything about my childhood. Oh how I wished I remembered those times that I swore I'd never forget.
I also wish that I had wrote in a journal or a diary on a more consistent basis. I love to write so that wasn't the issue. The issue has always been that I haven't taken time to write. Goodness, so much of my life has revolved around learning how to take time for myself. I still am very guilty of missing the mark. God has tried to show me the consequences of being in too much of rush, but I'm constantly pushing His wisdom and leading aside. Why must we be so stubborn when we know better?
So that leaves me here, making a conscious decision to take time to document life; the good and the bad, to be more open to experiencing life; not just merely existing, and to enjoy the whole experience. Life is far too short to just go through the motions. Wouldn't you agree?