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.