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Feb 23, 2009 | My Life

There was some sort of weird “connect to the past” vibe going on this weekend.

Act 1

Had some friends in town from L.A. One of them heard that I had in my possession a video of myself and my friends from nearly 20 years ago (thanks, Fiancé) and demanded to see it. After getting our fill of farm animal impersonations, bad hair, chain smoking, cheap wine, and southern twangs, we moved on to a video of Fiancé’s senior year of high school. It was like a video time capsule. At the end, an interviewer asked Fiancé a lot of different questions about his life, his hopes, and his dreams for the future. Fiancé was cute, and the video idea was cool and I wish I had one.

Act 2

On Saturday morning, I sat quietly in the kitchen trying not to wake my guests. With the exception of grinding coffee beans. No one stands between me and my coffee. Yes Fiancé, I know, except our future unborn child. I was having my daily dose of Simple Abundance. The message of the day was about “excavating the real you” by taking a look at clues from your past. One of the exercises had you think about your childhood home (or in my case, homes), and mentally walk through your entire house, going through each of the rooms. You’re supposed to pay attention to your room, how it was decorated, the different types of memories you have there, etc., but I never made it to that point. I “walked through” four different houses. That was enough for one morning on half decaf half caf. It was fun to take time to remember each of the places where I grew up. It’s weird how certain details remain in your mind (the Pepto-Bismol pink of my 1st and 2nd grade bedroom; the pastel gingham curtains and bedspread, white furniture, and hole in my closet that my brother and I could communicate through from 3rd to 5th grade; the slam of the screen door in high school) and how well you can “see” things.

Act 3

See attached photo. A friend of mine spent a good part of Sunday uploading photos from our early 20s to Facebook. What a trip. We were all there. You too, Scarecrow. The bad thing about some of these photos is my large hair and ready for Miss America makeup. The nice thing is that most of these people are still embedded in my life. It was fun to see us at that time and think about our adventures, even though I didn’t remember exactly when or where some of the photos were taken. I’ve always had excellent close friends, and that goes into my gratitude list every day.


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