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Crow’s Feet Writing Prompt #83 — The Good Old Days
Living in the Now
Everyday is a good day
As we get older, it’s easy to lose oneself in reminiscing. We edit our past and attempt to leave just the shiny bits in place. Those moments in our lives that stand out, as it is humanly impossible to remember All. The. Mundane. minutes. Instead, we hold the Best of The Best right next to the Worst of The Worst. But by doing so, we lose the grip on Now.
Have I seen better days? Maybe. I had a lovely childhood. Up until age 12, I lived a very comfortable and stress-free existence in a stable environment. I had toys, clothes, food, and love. I might add here that even in the 1960s, my friends and I all had more than two dolls.
Have I seen worse days? For sure. The hell that arrived on my doorstep after my mother’s death was a complete shock. My father sold his prosperous business to fund another venture. That venture didn’t turn out well at all. I went from feast to famine in all the above-mentioned areas.
Because of this duality, I don’t really tend to see my past as either black or white. Even in the good times, there were swirls of darkness. Conversely, even in the bad times, there were blessings of light. Each day, each season contained smatterings of both joy and pain.
