As I sit here tapping away on my keyboard to “Radio” by Hot Chelle Rae (how cute is that song?) and sipping on my protein shake following a decent workout, I’m pondering a thought from Honest Rachael, who posted to the world about spreading a little more love throughout the entire month of February. I loved her insightful blog post and commented that I would join her in spreading a little more love throughout the month. The thought I had this morning, though, is that in order to spread love or give of ourselves or do anything somewhat extraordinary (which happens daily for some people) is to BE CONSCIOUS.
If I just go along my merry way, letting life take me where it will, then I will most likely be tossed to and fro (physically as well as emotionally) without truly regarding my own personal power to do something. I can do my little workout each morning, spend time in personal devotion, write a blog, do dishes & laundry, cook, clean, and do whatever else I do in a given day with little motivation or notice of the days and weeks and months and years that pass…or I can be conscious of my life and my time and live deliberately–making goals and feeling accomplishment and power and influence.
I have been touched by those who live to conquer fear and reach their goals–no matter how lofty and far-reaching. One of these people is Evan Sanders, who recently completed a book and writes a blog about becoming a better man. I admire his courage and leaps of faith as he has struggled through adversities with amazing positivity and the vision of what he wants to do and who he will become. Way to go, Evan! Just reading a post from him gives me a push to keep going and want to be better. 🙂
Well, my protein shake is almost done, and I need to hit the shower…but I will leave you with this question, a thought, and a few Happy Monday tunes. First the question: How can you be more conscious of your decisions and the way you spend your time?
Here’s the thought: You have personal power and the love you show may be someone else’s inspiration…so get to work!!!!
And, of course, the music: 🙂
And, as always, HUGS!
With all this anesthesia going on around my household the last few weeks, I have been thinking of the phrase from doctor after doctor…”the medicine will just make him not remember anything.” I understand the use of medicines to dull pain and to relieve us from the memory of traumatic experiences; still, this phrase has brought to my mind the power of remembering and of what comes from our memories.
What is your earliest memory? I think mine is when I was a young girl, maybe five years of age, headed up near a fountain of my dad’s law school with my mother and brother as we took a meal to my father, who would be on campus studying all day. I don’t know why I don’t remember before that…or why that moment stays with me. I’m sure we brought Dad meals often (at least I think we did). Curious, isn’t it?
And then, when times get overwhelming or crazy in our family life, I like to remember with my husband our courtship and the feelings we had when we were first becoming acquainted. I love to recall those memories as they bring me great comfort.
Likewise, when my children have birthdays, we often talk about our memories of their entrances into this life and the events surrounding their births. They seem to delight in these moments in our memories, even though they do not recall the time of themselves.
But, what if our memories were taken away from us? What of those with brain injuries or illness which take away fundamental parts of memory?
I loved the film The Vow (2012), which was based on a true story about a woman who suffered memory loss because of an accident and had to reconstruct her life while losing two years of her experiences. (SPOILER ALERT) I LOVED that she was able to find her way back to the choices she made previously of her own accord and had hope in the fact that whatever paths we take through our lives’ journeys, we become the people we need to be. Here is the trailer to give you some flavor of the film (apologizing for the overt skin shown on the frame below, in case that might be offensive):
So, what do memories mean to you? Do you wish you could take a magic eraser to some parts of your life? Do you use memories for comfort? As reminders of lessons learned?