Some would say to leave the past in the past. Over the course of this previous weekend, parts of my past engaged with my present and it was a wonderful blend of remembering old and making new memories.
I’ve never been one to shy away from the things in my past. All of those moments, good or bad, made me who I am today. And although things may not have worked out the way I may have wanted, I always like to think I learned a lesson from each one of those experiences.
I learned to be strong when I needed to be and to allow myself to feel vulnerable when I needed support. I have learned that each one of the people in my past still holds a piece of my heart even though they may not be an everyday character in this act of my present.
But the final chapters of my story have not been written. There may be a rough outline but the story has not been sent to print and there is always room for a few backspaces and some new paragraphs to be written. Sometimes you can go back, not to the past you had but you can go back to reread the story line and see if any of those characters can be written into a few paragraphs of your future.
I am not going to live in the past, but I will always allow my past to live within me.