We Have To Go Back!

I, like most people, much prefer to fall back when it comes time to move our clocks.

I mean, it gives the illusion of an extra hour, and who doesn’t want more time?

Now with life, I am all about springing forward.

Husband is quite the opposite, and revels in dwelling on the past.

I don’t mean in a way like people who glorify their high school days, 

he’s just really into history and how much has changed since his childhood.

The man is little addicted to nostalgia.

I sometimes tease him by calling him the poster-child of Hipsterism, and he takes it well.

This is another part of how we, as opposites work so well together though.

For as often as he is engrossed in the past, I am constantly pushing towards the future.

I always have plans and next steps and “somedays” going on.

It’s almost an attitude of “nothing is enough,” but less about greed and more about improving through change.

Until recently, as many can see on my facebook, I have always hated reflecting on my past.

I’m not going to pretend my childhood was terrible or anything, but like any adult, when you look back on things you didn’t understand at the time, you’re sometimes shocked by the truth of what really happened.

It’s not like I killed a man and want to repress it,

I just genuinely believe there was nothing but bad news and awkward moments in my life to revisit.

I’ve had a slight change of heart since reviewing some of our baby books, 

and sharing how far we’ve come with the people still in my life.

Especially my brother and my coz.

It’s crazy how different we’ve become, and yet how much we’ve stayed the same.

Bro and I aren’t really trying to kill each other anymore, so that’s nice.

 

My Coz and I have pretty much stayed the same, 

only getting closer in the wake of insanity we’ve faced over the years.

They’re both great people, 

and while I hope we all find each other still together when we spring forward to our futures, 

they make it not so bad to fall back and remember our pasts.