Keeping it up!

Well I thought it would be easy to do these blogs each day, for 365 days. How wrong was I... work and life seems to get in the way, so to take the pressure off, I am just going to do what I can, when I can.

As I have missed a few days already, I flipped through my little book to see which daily act I preferred for today's post, and decided on the Jan 4th one:

"Memories can re-create special moments. Reach out to an old friend and reminisce about a time you both shared together." (Kindness Boomerang - Wahba, 2017)

With this act comes the following quote:

"The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched - they must be felt with the heart" Helen Keller

It seems quite fitting to post this today, as I mentioned already that time goes by, and life got in the way of me blogging.

The author writes in her reflection that one or the reasons we fear reaching out to people we have not spoken to in a while is because "Life gets busy on all ends" (Wahba, 2017).  Our feelings can prevent us from getting back in touch with someone that we have disconnected from.

Is it easier for us to lay blame and make excuses as to why, rather than to swallow our pride and make the first move?

Sometimes it takes a serious life event to wake us up to the fact that we are all really here for just a very short time, and holding on to feelings of anger towards someone is only going to hurt us, not them.

This is true for me, anyhow. After loosing my mum in 2016, I started a new part of my journey, which is really gonna take a while as I am discovering how very fucked up I am right now. Anyway, in 2016 I contacted my step-mother for the first time in 15 years, and finally, in November 2017 we chatted for a long time on f/b messenger, and I finally told her why I had not been in touch all these years, and why I had been so angry with her. Not surprisingly, I felt so much better once I had got that off my chest. All these years, I had been so very angry with her, without her knowing, and it had not (to my knowledge) affected her at all, only me.

Another reason the author thinks we might fear reaching out, is the fear that the memories we hold dear, may not be thought of in the same light with the person who shared them with us. What if that person you considered to be your best friend growing up, considers someone else to have been their best friend?

Is the 'best friend' club so inclusive? Can we not have more than one best friend?

It might be awkward for sure, to reconnect with someone, especially if that person you considered to be your best friend was of the opposite sex, and is now married. Hopefully a supportive spouse can understand a childhood friendship between boy and girl is just that, and reconnecting with that friend later on does not impose a threat to the marriage.

One fond childhood memory that comes to mind right now, is from primary school sports day. For some reason I did not have running shoes and so I borrowed some from one of my friends. He was a good runner, very fast... I felt like his shoes were a lucky charm for me, and I won my race! Happy days. That time at Kingsleigh Primary School were my happiest school days and although I do not recall to many memories, the ones I do, I cherish.

I am only in touch with two friends from this school, thanks to the good side of Facebook. I must reach out to them soon and share some memories!