Life goes by way too fast. Don’t reflect with regret. Reflect on memories.
No time like the present to get going on making some more memories. I would have liked to gotten out for a cruise but that wasn’t in the cards today. Prep for the coming rains and some cleanup from yesterday’s efforts and work. Plus, we are busy babysitting a 4-legged baby. Well, my better half is the favorite, so she gets the lion’s share of the work.
I could so easily be in a situation of regret. I’ve seen a couple of friends expressing regret about choices they’ve made or haven’t that have cost them dearly. Of course, we all have regrets. It’s part of life, every decision isn’t correct. Lots of them aren’t.
What constitutes good memories that take the place of those regrets. Family, work accomplishments, doing for others, fun times.
I’m puzzled by what some look to as a good memory. I went to Vegas once for a work/trade convention. It was around our 5th anniversary, so I stayed, and my better half joined me. Haven’t been back since. Oh, I’m sure it’s bigger, brighter and better. But I don’t need to be there for a good memory. I can double or triple memories on the same money someplace else and be much happier.
I’m not saying don’t go to Vegas and enjoy it if that’s your fun town. It is for lots. But its appeal is waning I feel.
For me it’s the little things. When my daughter holds my hand and gives it a squeeze. When I think, my son is going to shake my hand, and he gives me a firm hug. Sitting around the firepit with friends after a day of eating and drinking together listening to the waves hit the shore.
Maybe an overnight trip with my better half. Or a solo day trip to the beach and back. 6 hrs. in the car but worth every second. I have memories of the clouds moving across the sky as I laid in the hammock after cutting the yard. Or stopping at the snowball stand on a 95-degree day and I’ve been out cruising with the top down and those first bites and then brain freeze as I devour it.
Sometimes I think money is a curse. I’ve seen a lot of cases where people’s lives aren’t enhanced by riches. Or maybe it’s just the way my mom raised me to be appreciative of everything that comes your way. Especially simple things. A meal, a garden, helping others.
That last one (helping others) I really need to spend more time working on.
Well, I’ve rambled on too long when I just found a photo of a reflection I liked and went with it. Plus, a great guitar riff just came on and I have to windmill.
