I found myself awake late last night and up early this morning. I was thinking of something that only usually strikes me in very particular circumstances. It could be after a particular beverage or after a major event of some sort. I found myself thinking about how I, and we, forget where we came from. We forget how we got to where we are today, completely losing perspective of why we are where we are (good and bad). If only we could bottle up our past and get a shot in the arm every so often…
This time, I found myself reminiscing about meeting the love of my life. I learned everything I could about her before I even met her. Months later, by happenstance really, I was lucky enough to get to meet her. She mostly blew me off, but I was too persistent to let one bad encounter change my mind. Luckily, so was she. She is the opposite to me in almost every way imaginable, which I used to fully admire. We spent every minute we could together for months before she left to go to college. I was devastated and so was she, but it felt important enough to try to make it work with distance. It didn’t last long.
Sometimes you just know when something is right. Despite our families and friends attempted convincing to “let some time pass” and reminders that “things will get better,” we didn’t believe it. And we shouldn’t have believed it. Things wouldn’t have gotten better. Weeks later she left school and met me in the middle of the country in a place neither of us hardly knew. Just to be together. I finally had what I always wanted, and so did she. We still do, in fact, but it goes far less appreciated for some unbeknownst reason.
If I could bottle up those feelings of love, appreciation, sadness, and joy, my relationship would look much different. It could always be worse, but it could always be better. Maybe it’s worth trying the 50 First Dates approach with a video reminder every morning.
I understand that people change, grow, and set sights on new goals, but we can’t forget how we got to today.
I’ve said it to Marines. Now, I never was in the service but have heard stories. Nevertheless, I can’t imagine (based on those stories) many things tougher than the training that a Marine or other service member goes through. In my opinion, they face some of the toughest battles they will ever face. Back in civilian life, don’t forget you can do whatever you set your sights to. You already went through some of the worst things you will go through.
To a woman who has birthed a child. You’ve experienced some of the worst pain you’ll ever go through. You supported and provided life to another human being. In my opinion, you’re as tough as nails. Don’t let a little foul weather break your spirit.
We all have these stories. I promote myself as “Not a handy or mechanically inclined person.” Yet I forget I managed equipment for pro hockey teams, literally fixing things every day with a number of tools.
Maybe you’ve scaled a mountain, run a marathon, or survived a horrific experience. There’s something you did that was the hardest thing to do. There’s something you did that was the best thing that ever happened. I hope you still have it in your life. If not, hopefully, you learned why it’s no longer there and you’ll do whatever it takes to keep it next time.
How do we remember these battles and moments? How do we keep in mind how important things are to us during our daily battles at work and in life? They’re not easy questions to answer, but we must keep trying. It’s worth more than a once a year reminder (in my case). It’s important enough to happen every single day.