I’ve had a few of these moments in life…
Ones where I seem to step outside my body and try dearly to memorize exactly how I feel in that very moment. For me these moments are never huge events or occasions but they stay with me for some reason.
One of the first I can remember was my sophomore year of high school with my best friend at the time. I had just returned home from being away for a week at a skating competition and it was a Sunday afternoon. Sundays always have that inherent bittersweet feel, but especially when returning home from a trip. Allie picked me up in her car, driving was still exciting to us and gas was not a large investment at the time, so we drove around town while we caught up. We landed in a parking lot next to the ocean in our town. Her sunroof was open and it was that first warmer day after a drawn out winter. There was almost nothing noteworthy about it, I don’t recall what we were talking about even as we laid there with the rays catching our cheeks. But it was a moment, and that feeling I bottled up. The first warm day. The bittersweet Sunday. And being young.
I had another moment a few weeks back. I was out getting a few drinks with a couple guy friends I have grown really close with this past year. They are hilarious and caring people. We were at our typical place that lacks any kind of ambiance and charm but always does the job. My friend had just put in a few dollars into the juke box as we routinely do every time to save us from the endless country music that plays there. His second song came on, something by Jack Johnson. They were telling me some outrageous story about when they younger and living together and I was laughing uncontrollably as I usually do with them. As I calmed down and they continued to babble back and forth I had that same kind of feeling. I felt so overwhelmingly grateful to be friends with them in that very moment, listening to that song, in that place that had no charm that will always remind me of this year of my life.
And a note on blogging…
I finally feel free from the burden of feeling like I need to blog a certain amount, and I need more readers, and I need more money from blogging. So with that I really will be writing about whatever may be on my mind whenever it strikes. While I love sharing fun paleo recipes with friends, the drive to create, photograph and share them here has gotten away from me and I’m learning to be okay with that (in addition money is very tight right now, and buying all the ingredients to try out recipes was becoming unrealistic).
Have you ever had one of those “moments”?