never spend too much time looking at pictures of your old self. or should i say, younger self. there's something about nostalgia that...
everything was quiet and we followed the path to the meadows. we'd already come early that morning to watch the sunris...
i really like fishing. it's a really cool feeling when you get a tug at the end of your line and see a flo...
sometimes all it takes is just sitting under a tree. in the middle of the day, for no good reason other than to watch the leav...
everything was quiet and we followed the path to the meadows. we'd already come early that morning to watch the sunrise, but wanted to see how the light changed its views at sunset. giant crickets hopped in the grass and spencer picked one up out of curiosity. me, not so much a fan. he sang us a song with his violin legs anyway. the two of us had the entire meadow to ourselves, and we sat there listening to the wind. part of me was waiting for a fuzzy brown bear to come waltzing through the meadow but i'm really glad he didn't because i have an irrational fear of bears.
i really like fishing. it's a really cool feeling when you get a tug at the end of your line and see a floppy brown sloshing around in the water. we woke up at 6 am and hit the road to get the hatch at sunrise and ended up spending the entire day on the river. i took snack breaks to eat a sandwich in the van and dip my hands in the doritos bag until they were orange to keep me going. i'm a big fan of snacking, too. snacking and fishing. those are the kinds of things i'm into.
hat c/o stetson
there's something about nostalgia that is so delicious and tempting, yet can have an aftermath effect similar to eating three bags of cotton candy or smashing your face in a bowl of spaghetti sauce.
there's something invigorating about perusing(or should i say scrolling) through old photos, because it takes you right back like it was yesterday. when your face was clearer, eyes brighter, hair longer or whatever. those days you didn't exercise because you didn't want to or didn't have to. or heck, didn't even know it existed.
sometimes i stalk myself. on my blog. on my facebook. especially on my blog. because it tells more of a story - bits and pieces i'd already forgotten are detailed in words and photos, and i see my younger self and how i used to talk, write, or express things. and i remember that old version of me and think, "where'd she go? am i in a better place now?"
time fosters growth. naturally, we change. and sometimes we're forced to change because of the things that happen to us. but i think it's okay to look back and miss what used to be, but important to recognize how far we've come and how much further we can now go.
sometimes all it takes is just sitting under a tree. in the middle of the day, for no good reason other than to watch the leaves dance in the wind and light shine through the branches. laying on the grass reminds us that we were kids once, when our greatest worries were whether or not we wanted ketchup on our mac and cheese. balancing on logs, swatting mosquitoes at dusk, and watching the sun go down mark the days of our childhood and even as adults remind us to slow down and not take life too seriously.