Summer is flying right on by us and I’m sad to see it go even though I’m certainly ready for a change of season in more ways than one.
This summer for me has been about family and nostalgic things.
I’ve done a lot of reminiscing, looking at old photos, reading old love letters and things like that. Doing that fills my cup in such a way that it’s hard to explain.
One thing I use to love to do when I was a kid was listening to my record player. I recently purchased one along with one of my favorite albums of all time, Golden Hour by Kacey Musgraves.
I added Ray Lamontagne’s Trouble as well b/c his voice just SOUNDS like it belongs on vinyl and it makes me think of Rod Stewart who I use to love as a kid.
I’ve missed the old days lately when people just seemed to be more respectful and a lot less sensitive, there was NO social media, people spent more time together and less time photographing their life to present it on instagram or facebook and just photographed it for themselves. Remember when parents let the teachers be teachers and the coaches be coaches? Neighbors minded their own business? I miss it so much.
Not gonna lie, I’ve had so many thoughts of just leaving Charleston behind sometimes for that smaller town life, but I know that is not the answer.
We are in the year 2020, and many have found it to be the most challenging year of their lives.
We are in times of realizing life can change on a dime, jobs can be lost, professions can look completely different than they use to, respect can be lost in a wink.
Society and people change sometimes in the wrong direction. But thank God for the good old days.
No one can ever take those from you and you can always always fall back on memories that make you feel good and lean on those you love and who love you back as you do.
“I wish there was a way to know you were in the good old days before you left them”
“We need to remember that when moving forward feels impossible, somehow new love still finds its way up through the cracks in the sidewalk. The sun still rises and the birds still sing. Inspiration finds its way to you again.” Kacey Musgraves