Memories are fickle things.
They try so hard to keep us happy. And other times, are set on breaking us. Into the tiny little crumbs we find in the seams of our pockets.
Memories are illusionists. And they are the boss. They can have us staring off into the star-studded sky. Cue the dopey grin. And in one fell swoop. Taking a swipe at tears we swiftly find kerplunking into the darkness of our coffee cups.
But whatever the case—sad or happy—memories are invaluable. Irreplacable.
And we’re glad of them, aren’t we.
Always looking to make more. Searching for the next chance. The next stolen moment.
And while that’s okay—it is, after all, what keeps us going—it’s important to relish in the ones that already exist. Invite them in. Spend time. Offer them a teacake. Make them feel special.
Wanted
Needed
Important
And loved
Because sometimes. When we’re busy searching for the next best thing.
We forget.
That we can just put our hands in our pockets. And drag our fingers through those unexpected, joyful and delectable little tidbits. Relish their different shapes and sizes. And say…
“I’ve got everything I need right here.”
Hug xox
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Love your blogs Hazy
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For sure. And Tunnock’s with milky coffee invoke delicious memories Hazy. 😜
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What a delicious post with that yummy chocolate at the end. Ah yes, memories can make or break us xxxx
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So true.
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