… OK, not in a Sonny & Cher kinda way but with stuff to do, etc. Never a boring moment around here. Plus the huge annual city street clean-up (sometimes known as dump your crap on the street week) is taking place on Thursday. Yay! It’s amazing the stuff we accumulate, isn’t it? Yard sales also remind me of this fact.
There are times I muse over those “gotta have it” periods I’ve been through over time. Then, years later I scratch my head puzzled as to why I am in possession of a certain item. A sarcophagus shaped lighter… really? I’ll admit there is a special entertainment value to befuddling oneself. (Unless one takes themselves too seriously, of course.)
Let’s face it, we all go through periods when something (or someone) fits a certain definition of cool. Some of these we smile at and others we fall over laughing while still wondering what insanity infected us in the first place. Then, like a cheezy flashback from a bad 70’s movie it all returns. Whatever it is will be blamed on being a victim to fashion or trend of the time. Or, falling victim to countering the fashion or trend of the time… which in itself is a fashion or trend. (However ongoing hubris may not allow one to admit to that… especially prevalent to the case of the terminally cool… or counter cool – whatever!)
Over the last few years I have come to embrace all the periods and phases I’ve been through. It has brought about an appreciation of not only the trends (retro is cool) but more importantly how it has shaped me today. They were all part and parcel of this journey… sort of curio roadside landmarks that we stopped to take in for a few moments on the highway of life. And tracing back our steps can be fun… OK, scary sometimes but mostly fun.