My memorabilia box

So in my last blog entry, I talked about how the mind captures everything through the lens called the eyes. We are continually recording, even right now.  This is my 3rd week of medical leave from a recent surgery that limits my movement during the healing process. I told myself that during this time off I would make myself productive and maybe organize my craft room when I am feeling better. So I did. I found many interesting things in box.

1. My diary from 1990.  Wow, my feelings although a bit teenage-ish, is still a part of who I am.  The kind of boys I obsessed about, wishing to have brown hair blond streaks and hazel eyes was also a desire back then. I knew the person who I was, but after all these years, I also realize in my struggle to be someone different (confident, positive) I *am*  coming closer to becoming that person.  The important thing I realized was that acceptance is key. If anyone has studied mindfulness, humans, in general, are naturally harsh on themselves when they try to meditate and find their thoughts wandering. The voice over would say, “gently bring them back.” Point to all of this — accept yourself even with flaws, and you will be more at peace instead of trying to resist it.

2. My skate wear catalog of one of my favorite idols, 1994 Figure skater gold medalist, Oksana Baiul. With winning a Gold medal at age 16, she really inspired me in more ways than one. She has beauty, she has grace, she helped shape my love for classical music.  I wanted to ice skate since 1985.  The fact that I still hang onto that 1995 old catalog means that the desire to achieve what she has (and its passion)  is still dear to me. If anyone kept up with her life they would know that winning a medal at a young age and getting famous overnight had its price. 

3. Alyssa’s artwork from preschool. I love how she saw her parents at a young age and how happy and positive she was. I hang onto many artwork that I adore. I have gone back and threw out a lot but I really love to see how she viewed the world at that age: The people who shaped like triangles. Mommy had black hair, daddy had green hair lol. There is a butterfly over our heads. It appears mom might have a baby inside her belly. 

Well memories are always good once in a while. Going there is like going in a virtual time machine and being in that space and time.  I guess that is why sometimes they are so hard to let go. 

A pregnancy journal given to me by my colleagues.  She didn't
get my full lips and hair. But she did inherit Jason's wit and
self-confidence.