Last week, my daughter held an ornament and stared at the Christmas tree in front of her, but her gaze fell somewhere beyond it. “It feels like last year again. I mean, I remember exactly what I was doing this time last year.”
“Last year” for her was fifth grade. Each year her memory bank grows ever more full. And though I’m sure I would envy the list of things she was doing this time last year — making up stories, imagining middle school, being 10 — I also remember what I was doing this time last year.
It came back to me a couple of weeks ago when I took a sip of my first peppermint latte of the season.
Some of us would give anything to go back to this time last year.
Others of us would give anything to forget.
Today at (in)courage, I’m sharing How to Remember When You’d Rather Forget. Join me there?