RAMBLINGS VOL 1
This is the time where I let my thoughts run free.
Where I begin to sort out the busyness inside my head.
it has been a crazy sort of time lately where I look back on my days and wonder what my memories will be.
It all seems a blur and I sometimes feel like Im missing that moment that will stick with you forever.
Marcus and I have been talking a lot lately about how we view how public everyone's lives have become. From different social medias to the privacy and sacredness of relationships. I dont want to rob my life of the precious moments that can only be shared and remembered by those that were there. Dont get me wrong, I have a blog, I love to share pictures and process my memories here in this little place. But I think that there is a balance where I will look back and know that I didn't share to much of what is personal, there is a difference between vulnerability and respecting the relationship of my marriage and friendships.
On the 4th of July, Marcus and I got to spend a low key day with some of our close friends. Eating BBQ, sipping on drinks, watching a movie and blowing off fireworks. I intentionally left my camera at home and only used my phone to talk to family that is far away. I wanted to see if I viewed my day differently. If I cherished the moment rather than be consumed in taking a picture that would capture the moment. I know that may seem like the same thing, but for me I would be thinking of the lighting how to capture the moment without making it seem set-up, rather than just being.
As the night wound down and I faced my fear of heights as my preggo friend and I climbed up onto the roof. The husbands joined us and we relished the fact that we have all known each other for almost 10 years. We have been to different countries together, seen the worst and the best of each other and we were now sitting on a roof watching fireworks go off all over the valley. It was a perfect memory. One that I will hold dear to my heart because it can never be recreated. We will never have that moment again and I want to hold it in my mind like I will never get it back again.
I never want to be so caught up in "creating" a memory that I forget to live.
Where I begin to sort out the busyness inside my head.
it has been a crazy sort of time lately where I look back on my days and wonder what my memories will be.
It all seems a blur and I sometimes feel like Im missing that moment that will stick with you forever.
Marcus and I have been talking a lot lately about how we view how public everyone's lives have become. From different social medias to the privacy and sacredness of relationships. I dont want to rob my life of the precious moments that can only be shared and remembered by those that were there. Dont get me wrong, I have a blog, I love to share pictures and process my memories here in this little place. But I think that there is a balance where I will look back and know that I didn't share to much of what is personal, there is a difference between vulnerability and respecting the relationship of my marriage and friendships.
On the 4th of July, Marcus and I got to spend a low key day with some of our close friends. Eating BBQ, sipping on drinks, watching a movie and blowing off fireworks. I intentionally left my camera at home and only used my phone to talk to family that is far away. I wanted to see if I viewed my day differently. If I cherished the moment rather than be consumed in taking a picture that would capture the moment. I know that may seem like the same thing, but for me I would be thinking of the lighting how to capture the moment without making it seem set-up, rather than just being.
As the night wound down and I faced my fear of heights as my preggo friend and I climbed up onto the roof. The husbands joined us and we relished the fact that we have all known each other for almost 10 years. We have been to different countries together, seen the worst and the best of each other and we were now sitting on a roof watching fireworks go off all over the valley. It was a perfect memory. One that I will hold dear to my heart because it can never be recreated. We will never have that moment again and I want to hold it in my mind like I will never get it back again.
I never want to be so caught up in "creating" a memory that I forget to live.