MIsty water colored memories

Today was a day like the day before and the one before that. Life spanning through the ages. Things to do, people to see, feelings to feel. Sometimes it all seems like one constant, never ending stream. I wonder if I live so in the moment that I never form memories. Then I figure, nah. I think I am so in my head and analyzing all the time that I can't form memories because I am only half experiencing everything. I belief that I go on auto pilot and go through the motions without being present more often than I would like to admit to.

I worked a lot with pictures today and it always amazes me how little I remember. I thank God I live in this technological age where I can look back on pictures and videos to remember where I have been and what I have done. I can't begin to count how many times I thought, "oh yeah, I remember that" or even worse, "HUH???"

Memory lane is always a fun adventure getting to relive my previous adventures. Driving around Boise is a lot like that for me. Having lived here most all my life, at least the part I can remember, I have stored my stories and memories all over the city. Every drive I take I get to relive them. "OH, I remember a party at that house." "I did a body shop party there." "Remember when the cop caught me out after curfew on that corner." "My ex-boyfriend used to live there" "Boy was that a night" "How many babies have I seen born there?" "That used to be the kids favorite park" "We went there after a dance and I stole a cup my mom made me return" Well, I think you get the point. It is kind of nice to have a repository for my memories. I truly believe it is one of the reasons I am so efficient, I have more short term memory available to devote to tasks since my long term memory bank doesn't take majority status.

On a different topic. My ten year old is really excited about taking hot yoga with me. We just found out that kids can come and she is so excited she can barely stand it. I think her excitement is catchy because my 12 year old is on the verge of committing to coming also. She is scared she won't be able to breathe. As always, selfish me is just scared they will ruin my class! How fun though. I love that they are getting to the age where they can do stuff with me. I remember being drug along to all of my mom's classes and seminars. I'm sure that is part of the reason I am so wise but boy I was not a happy camper at the time. God bless her for putting up with me! I made things really miserable for those around me when I was being forced into something against my will. She had way more patience than I do. I thank the lord every day my girls are so kind, loving, and easy to get along with. God must have realized I had a hard enough time living with myself that I had already got back double what I gave my mom.