I don't know what compelled me, but it happened. I decided to take a glimpse backwards. Everyone knows that when you look back, you risk nostalgia. You risk that sentimental longing for the things that once were...either that or you run the other way. (Or even worse, you could turn to salt...ask Lot's wife). But in this digital age it's hard to escape the footprints we leave behind, especially when we plaster them all across the internet. For me, blogs... first it was xanga...then blogger...and well tonight... it was me and my twenty-two year old self, staring face-to-face once again.
The documented images drew me back beyond the written words alone, causing me to be more than grateful for the stubbornly, persistent, overcoming spirit that is within me. Looking back causes you to relive. Re-laugh. Re-hurt. But it's the past ("Oh yes, the past can hurt. But from the way I see it, you can either run from it or learn from it." ~Wise Words from Rafiki, of course) Looking back. There was a lot of raw, naive, unrefined honesty there. So peculiar it may be, but oh how far I've come! And this life that I now live is the greatest yet. I would be amiss to think that it will always remain as though it is now, however, I press on and push forward for even greater things. // Oh. And for the curious ones, the blog I stumbled upon was my treeslkgiants one (link in side profile). |
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{mrs}I am a wife, newly stay-at-home-mommy, daughter, sister, teacher, worship leader, photographer, craftster, baker, & artist. All I want...is to be simple. Categories
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