Yes, this sentiment also works as a metaphor and we’ll get to that in a moment. But, what about when this happens literally? I should preface this by saying that although I’m someone who has chosen a career and life of constant change I am actually not a fan of it. Or, if I’m being really honest, I want the things I know well to remain constant as I continue to evolve. IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK? That the cool beach-like bohemian restaurant I took my kids to since they were little babies remains the
Same feels when they levelled the community hall in my hometown, which was built by the original Swedes and Finns who founded it. If I could have snagged a piece of floorboard before it went down, it would hang on my mantle—just plain, not with "gratitude" scribbled across it.
I grew up outside Hamilton. Growing up we spent a lot of time at The Dairy. It closed and now us a retirement home. Not burned to the ground but still gone. I drive past it whenever I go home and it makes me sad. Yes the beach one is still there. My mom went there. At least it’s there. Ice cream is different now but I’d still argue SC Dairy is the best.
I’m so sorry you lost a favorite place. I feel like we are not supposed to mourn those things, but why wouldn’t we? Don’t those places and memories make up the fabric of our lives? I am sentimental! Allow me some tears here!
This morning I happened to end an overtaxing Apple Fitness+ dance workout (omg my hips) with a short cool down and meditation. The instructor provided this gratitude visualization exercise, and I actually liked it! Picture a glass half full. Then picture something you are grateful for. Wrap it up in your mind and put it in the glass and you see the water rise. Repeat this a few times and the glass is overflowing.
Reading it back it sounds a little woo woo, but at the time I thought, this works for me. If nothing else it’s a good little break when your day is overwhelming. ❤️
Same feels when they levelled the community hall in my hometown, which was built by the original Swedes and Finns who founded it. If I could have snagged a piece of floorboard before it went down, it would hang on my mantle—just plain, not with "gratitude" scribbled across it.
I grew up outside Hamilton. Growing up we spent a lot of time at The Dairy. It closed and now us a retirement home. Not burned to the ground but still gone. I drive past it whenever I go home and it makes me sad. Yes the beach one is still there. My mom went there. At least it’s there. Ice cream is different now but I’d still argue SC Dairy is the best.
I’m so sorry you lost a favorite place. I feel like we are not supposed to mourn those things, but why wouldn’t we? Don’t those places and memories make up the fabric of our lives? I am sentimental! Allow me some tears here!
This morning I happened to end an overtaxing Apple Fitness+ dance workout (omg my hips) with a short cool down and meditation. The instructor provided this gratitude visualization exercise, and I actually liked it! Picture a glass half full. Then picture something you are grateful for. Wrap it up in your mind and put it in the glass and you see the water rise. Repeat this a few times and the glass is overflowing.
Reading it back it sounds a little woo woo, but at the time I thought, this works for me. If nothing else it’s a good little break when your day is overwhelming. ❤️