While doing a little traveling this week, I have enjoyed going back into my WSP archives and reminding myself why I love blogging.
Remember those words- written at the ends of notes shared at school?
When notes weren't being passed, they were being folded into a fortune telling form of origami that could predict who you were going to marry.
Baby boomers created the precursor to Match.com.
At the very least, these folded notes shared the truth about who you really liked and above all who liked you.
The good news is that the note decreed it- you didn't have to.
As a private person, this kind of note folding truth telling game was right up my alley, anonymity included-no strings attached.
Truth be told, it may not have all been about privacy.
Somehow I thought if you said something out loud , it would never happen.
Did anyone else have these powers of suggestion?
Why this memory? Why now?
It is the writing. It opens up a floodgate.
If you are worried about your memory, I highly recommend it.
Anais Nin said,
"We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospection."
I love that.
I would much rather be involved in retrospection, as in a retrospective of your greatest hits (best all-time Greatest Hits Album: The Four Tops), rather than introspection.
Retrospection implies success; introspection simply sounds depressing.
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