One thing you should know about me, I have a terrible memory. Part of the reason I forget so easily is I don’t (or didn’t) take the time to reflect on my experiences. Moments I didn’t realize I would forget, I forgot. Memories I didn’t think were anything other than mundane were lost. Trips with family, conversations with friends, and experiences that changed me as a person were remembered only at a macro level without any of the details that made those experiences so worthwhile. By journaling consistently and increasing my intentionality, I’ve found I remember a lot more than I thought, I just hadn’t given myself the mental space to recall it.
I will fight the urge to “start back up when we get home from Colorado.” No, absolutely not. Because there is always another “Colorado.” There is always a reason to delay working toward your goals just a little longer. If I’ve learned anything from starting this whole writing/blogging process about a month ago, I’ve learned I’m done thinking this way. It’s not productive and it ultimately leaves me with good intentions but no results.
A coworker of mine, who is in his mid-forties, recently asked me a question to get my “youthful perspective.” I can’t remember what his question was, but I do know I responded in an opposite and much less enthusiastic way than many people my age would have, given the topic. His response was, “You wouldn’t be the best person to ask, you’re kind of an old soul.”