This morning I’m reflecting. I started thinking about all of the people I’ve known in my life who made me who I am, but are no longer in my life. Family, friends, co-workers, boyfriends and even casual strangers. It’s funny how people impact your personality with just casual touches in your life. Each person adds something to your mix that becomes a permanent ingredient in who you are.

I remember a girl that I went to High School with. I didn’t really know her but she was in a couple of classes with me. I thought she was very pretty but there was something unique about her. She was very calm, and very quiet. Polite and seemed nice. She always looked impeccable and I remember she never wore jeans, which in the late 70’s early 80’s was unheard of. When I think of her, I think of her quietness and the fact that she seemed so genuine, no artifice. I don’t remember her name but I remember everything about her personality. She helped structure what I think of as a good looking person.

I think the bad people leave an impact on your life as well and hopefully I have learned as much about what not to be from them as I learned from people who touched me in a positive way. Wouldn’t it be fun to have a gathering an invite every single person who has touched your life even in the smallest way to spend a couple of hours just sitting around talking to each other. I wonder how many of them always already know each other. This reminds me of something that happened earlier this week!

Facebook prompted me to connect with someone I didn’t know. I clicked on their profile to see why Facebook thought I should know them. It was so weird, they were listed as being mutual friends with my sister, my youngest niece, the daughter of someone I went to High School with, someone who works out with me at Fit Club that I did not know previously and the neighbor in my office building. Again, everything intersecting.

My daughter is hosting her very first Thanksgiving today. My sister has passed on the torch. I remember my sisters first hosting of Thanksgiving. She lived in a duplex and my son was four months old. Erin made Turkey in the crockpot, which was blue and white I think. Its a nice memory. I am happy for my daughter that she will start building these memories now. All of this new family in her life that will start adding layers to her personality.

When I woke up this morning after the morning rituals of feeding the dogs I plopped down on the couch and looked up at the streetlight that is outside my front window and it had just started snowing large flakes of snow. I wish my cell phone could have taken a good picture of it. Lovely.

Snow under the worlds brightest street light!
Snow under the worlds brightest street light!



4 thoughts on “Remembering

  1. Nice post Tracy. Sometimes a simple comment from a stranger can influence thoughts on a certain situation, and it sticks. Life is funny in that way, Happy Thanksgiving. Just curious do we have to fill out name and email for every comment?

    1. Thanks. I have no idea on the name and email! I’m still tweaking. I added a plugin that is supposed to allow you to comment without it if you’re logged in with word press but it doesn’t seem to work. I’ll have to try one of the other 20 plugins.

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