It’s been a quiet evening. The day was beautiful. I’m grateful for the sunshine and the pleasant memory it has left behind. So this evening I’m sitting at my desk, listening to Pandora and counting my blessings. The tallying has left me feeling old, but in a good way. Maybe not even so much feeling old as grateful for the patchwork quilt of experiences woven together that forms memory for me. I can now appreciate these memories anew as I watch my children experience the world that surrounds them.
My son called a little while ago to share his excitement with his new responsibilities at work. I love these glimpses he gives me into the important things in his world. As he describes the triumphs and terrors that give color and texture to those first few years of a new career, I hear echoes of my early years at IBM. Has it really been 30 years? It doesn’t seem that long until I start to think of how much I’ve learned since then, most importantly about how little I really know.
They announced class rankings yesterday for my daughter’s class of 2014. She was so excited to discover she is in the top 10. It was wonderful to share the excitement of that accomplishment. Was it really so long ago that I was walking the halls at Kimball high, worrying about college, grades and so naïve and oblivious to my ignorance of life; with no idea of the challenges, joys and surprises that awaited me? I can only shake my head and maybe allow myself a slight smirk as I rekindle the memories of those days.
The years have included so many joys, so many wonderful experiences, so many friends, and yet have been lightly seasoned with a mix of setbacks, mistakes, life lessons and probably more than a couple of places where apologies are past due. But, like the sunshine from today, an overall pleasant memory of warmth and bright color is left behind. I think I will wrap myself in it and be content for the evening.
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