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There are certain things in life, such a people, places, or songs, that have an almost magical ability to carry you back in time to moments that have been hidden away beneath other memories for far too long. Yesterday we visited Grandma's house. It's incredible how, even though the world is constantly changing, Grandma's house seems to always stay the same; the same little knick-knacks on the shelves, the same frames on the wall... 

It was almost therapeutic, really. Especially over the course of the last few years, it seems as though nothing in my life has really stayed the same. But simply being there, in a place that has remained the same since as early as I can remember, reminded me that some things don't HAVE to change. 

I raided Grandma's game closet with two of my younger siblings. We found a variety of games that had been long forgotten by the world-- and us, too. (Granted, some of those games have likely been around longer than I have.) But in that brief amount of time, as we sat on the floor playing those silly games that we used to play together so many years ago, I realized once again how important the simplest of moments are in the grand scheme of things. 

How often do we sit and play old board games with the people we love? No phones. No distractions. How often do we appreciate existence from the perspective that we did when we were young, imaginative, and free from the expectations of society? No social media. No constant connection to the world. How often do we stop to enjoy the last rays of light diffusing through old lace curtains after a long, long day? 

This world had me convinced that I had to keep up with the pace set by everyone else. But when I stopped for just a moment and took the time to take myself out of the world, I realized just how wrong I was. I don't have to rush just because everyone else is sprinting through the journey of life. I want to take my time. I want to pick flowers along the way and stop to look at really cool rocks. I want to walk, inhale the moments and exhale the constant need to be what everyone else expects me to be. It's not about how quickly we finish the journey-- it's about the time, energy, and effort we put into the race. Everyone has their own pace, and I'm determined to find the perfect pace for me. 


1 comment

  1. Loved this post, and it's a great reminder. I get caught up in the 'race' all the time and lately I've been trying to slow down a little bit by staying off instagram, and trying to enjoy each day of life. That's so hard to do something though! And the bit about your grandma's house made me seriously feel so nostalgic because that's how I feel about my grandma's house! It always stays the same, the same love, the same feeling, the same couch, the same fridge, haha everything is the same! And it's very refreshing sometimes. Anyway, you're awesome, and I thoroughly enjoyed your thoughts in this post.


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