It's that time of year when apparitions make appearances, and I'm reminded of things and people that I'd nearly forgotten. ..well, seemingly forgotten. Perhaps, I never really did forget. I remember far more than I let on...
This isn't to say that I hold any grudges, because that is far from the truth. I just .. remember.
...and through light-hearted, unguided chit-chat with folks, my mind aimlessly wandered and settled upon vague recollections of things and times past. Things and times that - dare I say it? - I had nearly forgotten! There were fond memories of moments that I've long since put out of my mind. And that's a shame if for no other reason than because they really were happy times. (If there's anything I gain from my sudden recollections, it's that for years I'd been telling myself quite the simplified version of my life.)
For too long have I been looking at my life with tunnel-vision. But at least now I am realizing (or rather recollecting) that it was far more complex than I have given myself credit for. The actual chronology of my life tells a different story than the one I've been telling myself ... and others, for that matter.
There were people. Lots of them. There were things that happened. Lots of those, too. And I've accumulated a colourful collection of tales worth remembering.
I am who I am, and every day I remember that ever more.
I don't like good-byes, but I wish you well.