You know that feeling where something special is happening in the present moment, and you’re right there in it, but just for a moment you step out of yourself long enough to become acutely aware that you’re forming an indelible memory? Seriously, I’m asking:
Eeeeeee! I love this! I'm so delighted to read this and so proud of the absolute badass you are. I found myself touching my own cheek reading it.
Every now and then I am lucky enough to step out of a moment and notice that I am having a formative experience. To get even more meta with it I almost always end up wondering during that moment if it will be as memorable as I think it is. I haven't written these moments down though, and definitely do forget sometimes - at least temporarily. But largely the memories stick.
This phenomenon does seem to happen in both positive and negative moments for me which I find interesting. It almost feels like a form of mindfulness practice. I wonder if it can be similarly cultivated by habit or practice.
Missed it by a week. Dorothy's family was all gathered on the Space Coast . This week we head over towards Will's. But I share your love for special things eidetic ...
Marissa, thank you so much for being so generous with your heart and mind every week. Not a day goes by that I don't find myself having one of those moments -- I immediately want to write it down or take a photo or tell someone else -- and then I realize, the moment has passed. I've spent many more moments wrestling with that instinct, that need to keep score, that need to share something that was for me.
Choosing to Hit Record
Eeeeeee! I love this! I'm so delighted to read this and so proud of the absolute badass you are. I found myself touching my own cheek reading it.
Every now and then I am lucky enough to step out of a moment and notice that I am having a formative experience. To get even more meta with it I almost always end up wondering during that moment if it will be as memorable as I think it is. I haven't written these moments down though, and definitely do forget sometimes - at least temporarily. But largely the memories stick.
This phenomenon does seem to happen in both positive and negative moments for me which I find interesting. It almost feels like a form of mindfulness practice. I wonder if it can be similarly cultivated by habit or practice.
Missed it by a week. Dorothy's family was all gathered on the Space Coast . This week we head over towards Will's. But I share your love for special things eidetic ...
Marissa, thank you so much for being so generous with your heart and mind every week. Not a day goes by that I don't find myself having one of those moments -- I immediately want to write it down or take a photo or tell someone else -- and then I realize, the moment has passed. I've spent many more moments wrestling with that instinct, that need to keep score, that need to share something that was for me.