the girl who made it on her own
in retrospect we find our truth
We go through the year with our feelings bundled up and our thoughts inside a diary. Little attention do we give to the changes that have come up, evolving day by day. And then the cold months of the year roll around, and we find ourselves curled up with a cup of tea on a rainy day, going through all that is left from what the year has been.
Photographs, words, memories.
The end of the year, for me, always tends to be a time during which my diary not only discloses what I have been up to recently, but more importantly what unfolds when I look back. Last November‘s sadness of connections that have come apart. The fear of leaving so many winters back that I don’t even find comfort in counting anymore.
Nostalgia is a way of looking back that doesn’t skip the negative, but doesn’t focus on it either. We think back to that one day when leaving was replaced by coming home, to feeling whole in a different place a year later, to coffees and forests and window views, and all we could grasp to make this one moment count.
Sometimes, the only thing that stays with us are the memories of what once has been. And sometimes, those memories are all we need.
(Thanks so much to Whitney for helping me to make this sound right)
in retrospect we find our truth
We go through the year with our feelings bundled up and our thoughts inside a diary. Little attention do we give to the changes that have come up, evolving day by day. And then the cold months of the year roll around, and we find ourselves curled up with a cup of tea on a rainy day, going through all that is left from what the year has been.
Photographs, words, memories.
The end of the year, for me, always tends to be a time during which my diary not only discloses what I have been up to recently, but more importantly what unfolds when I look back. Last November‘s sadness of connections that have come apart. The fear of leaving so many winters back that I don’t even find comfort in counting anymore.
Nostalgia is a way of looking back that doesn’t skip the negative, but doesn’t focus on it either. We think back to that one day when leaving was replaced by coming home, to feeling whole in a different place a year later, to coffees and forests and window views, and all we could grasp to make this one moment count.
Sometimes, the only thing that stays with us are the memories of what once has been. And sometimes, those memories are all we need.
(Thanks so much to Whitney for helping me to make this sound right)