Don’t look back.
That was the title of the song I wrote lyrics for a few years ago, a song my brother wrote and performed for a college project.
It’s a good notion, as I try to focus on my future and living my version of now, but reflection isn’t all bad.
It’s exhausting really, sifting through all the memories, as I write them down for posterity. Still, I write first-person essays and other non fiction, memoir pieces. All this is most undoubtedly good practice for the book-length memoir I am determined to someday complete.
I am sometimes overly self aware, leaning heavily on reflections, in order to better see myself and others. I look back a lot, in total disregard of the lyrics I once wrote, as I reflect on the past thirty-four years. Yes, I will soon be turning thirty-four and I have a lot to look back on.
The waves of memory just keep on coming. I try to jot them down whenever and wherever I can, always holding back the force of each and every wave, so the threat of being washed away doesn’t ever come too near.
This Flashback Friday, flashing back to all the Friday’s of my past, the prompt word is “memories,” brought to us by
and feel free to share any of your own memories with me in the comments.