Note: This blog post was drafted on 7-8-2016.
I can remember the date 7-8-91, 25 years ago, 1991. I was a teenager; walking our main street, Hylan Blvd, with my two friends Crissy and Dina. I can remember seeing that shiny blue stick-shift Mustang. I can remember so vividly the conversation us girls had about the guy in the blue mustang and if we should get in when he pulled over when he saw us. We knew the guy. He was that guy. The handsome, genuinely nice, jock, from high school. A fellow teenager, only a year older. I tell you this little “story” because that was a small moment in time that has carried me to who I am today. Interesting enough. None of speak to each other any more. But we can visit each others lives on social media as we still have some commonalities. Yet I am sure that we can all remember that summer and the days and years that followed us, together. Maybe different memories but memories the same.
This moment, like many other moments in my life have challenged me. Have shaped me. Have turned my insecurities to positive thoughts back to self confidence issues and again to carry myself with pride. I am a small moment person. I believe that every small moment leads us to bigger moments.
And all of it matters.
For example, this day’s activities resulted in many happy and hurtful moments in the many years after. But, even today, those moments pushed me to a place of how to deal with similar moments as they pushed their way into my life. You have to learn how to deal. Not avoid. Escape is never the safest path.
Sometimes I hate that I believe that. I hate to worry and I hate to make big deals over small moments. BUT.
I think that every moment effectuates us to who we are.
So yes, I trip out, literally trip out, when Dan gets a small mistake in his haircut; I cry whenever he tells me a story of another kid “bullying” him; I scream when he gives away his belongings that I have given him. The non-monumental, small moments hit me hard because it shows me the giving, caring, non-assuming and non-judgmental little man he is. I’ve raised him good.
So yes, all those times I have tripped out over family, men, running, goals, work, love, relationships, friends, singing, writing, education, and responsibilities. Oh I can go on. But, the moral is that all of this shapes who I am, and consequently who little man will be.
I’m hoping all of our little moments will drive us towards a musical and monumental lifetime. I want to make sure that death becomes me, and that no regrets steer me, and love consumes me.
Share your onward and upward moments…