Memory Lane

Let’s go back in time today. Are you ready? Get comfortable it’s going to be a long ride, a trip down memory lane. Grab a blanket, some hot chocolate, and settle in. Do you remember what outside felt like when you were little, the smells and the feel of the grass or dirt beneath your feet? Do you remember when you embarked on grand adventures that would last for hours? Only limited by your imagination. Nothing stood in your way. The fearlessness you had as a child. A moment in time where everything was possible and nothing could stand in your way you couldn’t even imagine an obstacle like that. We need to be like that again having unlimited faith in ourselves and our ability to overcome everything.

When did you stop believing in yourself? When you did you stop envisioning the things you wanted? When did you stop entertaining yourself? When is the last time you let yourself go on a grand adventure? Have you used your imagination lately? Have you played? What is something simple that you loved when you were a kid? Hot chocolate? Warm cookies? Riding your bike, a skateboard? You are the boss of you, why can’t you do it only for a few minutes? You may have to learn to regain your balance, it may take time to get better at it, but you weren’t a quitter then and you are not a quitter now. We challenged ourselves day in and day out, mastering balance, successfully jumping a ramp, facing our fears head-on. Overcoming everything with unapologetic and unrelentless determination.

You are still that person buried beneath expectations and responsibilities and you are just as capable as you were then. There are simple things you love yet do not indulge in, get reacquainted with that amazing part of you. Who cares what others think, you certainly didn’t care then. Laugh loud, laugh hard, and have fun. See you there.

Published by izzysconfessions

I was born and raised in the smallest of towns in Southwest Virginia. A town that is extraordinarily active, yet a town that is like it's very own little mini Bible belt. My dad was Baptist, my mom pentecostal, and I'm paranormal. I would venture to say it is somewhat of a family trait. One that is met with equal acceptance and curiosity as much as it is met with skepticism. Individually and collectively so much has been experienced and witnessed at times to such a degree that one might wonder how on earth there is room for doubt. I dont have all the answers, I do not have it all figured out. Im as human as everyone else relying heavily many mornings on a lot of coffee and a little Jesus. In fact, I can't decide what I want for dinner most days. One constant is I cannot go a single day without chocolate. Pour a cup of coffee, or a little tea and whiskey and join me in my confessions of a haunted freak.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: