Reminds me of a Bob Seeger song, Night Moves. Summertime. This is starting out to be the type of summer that requires one to be very flexible and "go with the flow." Thought I had a part time job all sewn up and received a call an hour before I was to report to work telling me that they might not be busy enough to need me. Talk about shock! As I work for the school district, I have a two month break and no pay check. So after a day of feeling sorry for myself, I pulled myself up and got to work making contacts with prospective clients for my freelance graphic design business, FoxHurliman Graphic Design. I am happy to say that I have a few projects now lined up and hopefully more will follow. God is faithful and when a door is closed, another will open. True that.
I'm cleaning out my storage unit. Moved almost all of my belongings there seven years ago when I got divorced. Decided it was more than time to go through everything and keep, give away, discard, you know the drill. It's been fun and worth the work as I have found a lot of memories in there.
One sweet memory I found was my journal from my freshman year of high school that I kept for English class. What a read! The funny thing is, I work at a high school and when the freshmen arrive each fall, they look and act so young. Reading through the journal, I rediscovered that I too, was young and inexperienced in ways I had forgotten such as the way I wrote and the words I chose. Even more magical are the ways that I am the same. I can see the "me now" in the words I wrote. The drama and the humor that I carry with me were there all along. The sentimentality and the way I looked at life when I was fourteen can be seen in bits and pieces 30 plus years later. Even after years of living and times of broken hearts, the same hopefulness and positive attitude of that fourteen year old remain.
Like looking back through veiled time, the images of those times gradually unlock themselves from the recesses of my brain and I can see the faces of the friends that I cared for and the boyfriend that is no longer alive. Bittersweet, yet part of a passionate life that has been well-lived.
My life...
