My thirty day holiday flew by, leaving me with memories of sandy beaches, roaring waves and happy times. (Next post will contain pictures!) I’ll try to cling to them while I’m being wrapped up in my day tot day life.
I often write about memories, not only actual ones but also the mechanism.
How memories are triggered by smell. How they get mixed up. How they blur, why they are forgotten and why they sometimes come back. It fascinates me. I’m blessed with a decent memory, although I have a thing for remembering non-important facts: the striped socks I wore on my seventh birthday/phonenumbers from my childhood friends/ the shape of an island when I was on a holiday years ago (it was shaped like a turtle) .
Anyway I’m back home, getting back in ‘normal’ mode. I’m starting a new job next month, school starts again next week. I’ve got loads of writing to get back to. But I’m not going to push myself or put pressure on it. I’m going to (try to) enjoy it.
Because happy isn’t a goal to be reached, it’s a moment. And if you’re lucky it will become a long-lasting memory.