Three Lifetimes

I have lived three lifetimes.

No, this is not a post about reincarnation. I really have lived three lives as this Lori person.

I’ve debated whether to publish this post. It’s a bit vulnerable for me. I’ve decided to share it for anyone else who can relate, and for the assurance that life can get better.

Side note: I’m a little late with this post. I got to enjoy having people to celebrate my birthday with now that I’m back near family and friends. The week long celebration (with different people each time) is over now, and I have good memories left in its place. Now, onto my three lifetimes.

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Missing the Moment

We have only this moment, sparkling like a star in our hand . . . and melting like a snowflake. Let us use it before it is too late. ~ Marie Beynon

So, I was sitting outside on the deck with my dog by my side. The heat had broken overnight with a front that came through, and I was enjoying the dry, mild morning. I only had about 20 minutes to spare, but I wanted to breathe deep and soak in the moment.

Instead, this is kind of like what happened.

Time Machine

Driving around town, my car turned into a time machine and reversed me back 20 years … 25 years … 30 years … 35 years.  Stop!

There she is, standing in front of her old stomping grounds at the mall. The Triumph song rings in her head , “She’s young now, she’s wild now, she wants to be free … “ They wrote that song about her. She’s sure of it.

Her boyfriend drives up. She climbs into his 1975 Toyota Corolla where the stereo speakers blare, Jukebox Hero.

Enough with the Stuff

I never thought of myself as a pack-rat. I despise clutter and like cozy but spacious living areas. How about you?

Memories in Present Tense

~ Shopping with my laughing Grandma who includes strangers to join in.
~ Peeling off heavy winter coats inside the mall.
~ Bundling back up with those same coats, plus scarfs and gloves to ready ourselves for the cold blast on the way back out of the mall.