The Nature of Memory
Memory is fluid. It evolves as we do, changes along with us. It is, by its nature, both truth and illusion.
I think one reason I started keeping a personal journal so many years ago is that I realized this to a certain degree. I knew that what we remember about any given event in our lives is selective, filtered by the current moment. If we are feeling good, optimistic, we may remember an event in a positive light, whereas if we are feeling down, anxious or depressed, we might remember that exact same event, but focus on elements that were not positive.
No Resolutions
What is it about the turning over of one number on a calendar that makes us want to review our life of the year before and make “resolutions” to either improve our life or change something to make it better?
I don’t make New Years resolutions. Even so, I find myself thinking things like, “This year I will come to my WordPress Blog and I will post more often, I will make an effort to visit other blogs, be more present.”
Coming Home
Moving definitely becomes harder with age. This is no something I planned to do so soon after my move a couple of years ago. Unexpected in many ways, but so perfectly right in others. As I sit here, finally settling in after all the activity from the move, I feel a sense of joy. Joy at being home, finally, back where I belong.
RAM: Childhood
RAM: On childhood and being good.
Sometimes I wonder why I was always so intent upon being a “good girl”. Was it my religious upbringing? Was any adventurous spirit smothered by doctrines and reminders to be good? I know that must have played a part in it, but for the most part, I think I ended up okay, and am a good person, if I say so myself. Of course, one could always ask to define “good”. I didn’t always follow the rules, but it took me a long time to realize that it wasn’t the rules or whether one followed them that made a person good or bad.
100 Word Challenge Week 166
A new challenge for Week 166 of the 100 Word Challenge for Grownups, or 100wcgu, as it is fondly known. This week’s prompt is: … checking in proved to be… which of course can go as many directions as one can imagine. Several popped into my head, some based on experience, but I decided to go full fiction with this one. Always fun to do. Remember, if you want to participate, or just see more, click on the link above for this week. Enjoy!
Share Your World 2015 : 3-5
Well, late again, absolutely. This week is Week Five for Cee’s Share Your World series of questions. Be sure to click on the link if you wish to participate. I’m also going to try to share this on Facebook, since a few of my family and friends keep track of each other there. Just to see if it works this time.
As you may know, I have missed Weeks Three and Four, so I am adding them in here, too. If you wish to see what others wrote, just click on the week title and it will take you to the page. That’s a lot of questions to answer, but hey, it’s fun so why not? Here they are:
RAM: 1957 Kindergarten Memories
1957 Kindergarten
The one thing I loved about Kindergarten, well, two things actually, were story time, and learning the Alphabet. There were not pre-schools back then, and daycare was something mothers did, this was still a time of stay-at-home moms, at least for those families that could afford it.
My mom wasn’t one to “tell stories” though I’m sure she must have read a few story books to me, at least when I was little. I wish I could remember. What I do remember is when I would have an asthma attack at night, she would come in and tend to me, and sit in the bed with me, holding me up in a semi-sitting position, so I could breathe more easily and eventually go back to sleep. I remember how secure I felt in her arms, and so, strangely, some of my fondest memories of that age involve being sick. Something to think about.
One Hundred: 100wcgu week165
What better way to celebrate my one-hundredth post than with a 100 word challenge. 🙂 This week’s prompt from Julia’s Place is: …the suitcase lay open… To see what others have posted, be sure to go visit the challenge page for Week 165.
I had so many ideas for this week’s challenge – I have no idea why I chose this one to develop. I had to play around with it a bit to get it under 100 words. And happily, it is exactly 100 – I love it when I manage to get it to the exact number. 🙂
RAM: 1966 – Firsts #1
1966 age 14
Life is a series of first times, that begin when we are born. First breath, first cry, first word, first step, so many firsts that fill out moments as we grow. Some firsts are considered milestones, many are not. I may include several of those in this RAM series, after all, we tend to remember first times more easily than others, because they are moments that are, at the time of happening, unique to us. As life goes on and we experience the same event more and more, it loses the impact of that first time.
The following is about my first period, and a terrible event that happened almost simultaneously, and how the two are forever intertwined in my mind. If you are male, and squeamish about women’s bodily functions, it may be best not to continue reading, though I promise it’s not that bad. I’m not embarrassed, so you shouldn’t be either. 😉
100 Word Challenge Week 164
The 100 word challenge for grownups, hosted by Julia’s Place, gives us a weekly prompt to use in a short tale of 100 words or less. This week’s prompt is …and then I smiled… If you are interested in seeing more be sure to check them out at the link below. Keeping a tale at 100 words is not as easy as one would imagine. This is my attempt. A bit dark, but I hope you enjoy it anyway.
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