Memories: Tell a Tale!

Sitting down, glaring uneventfully with a faint glittering in the light of memories, the first of these words now appear intelligent than what they were a couple of hours ago.

Reflecting your memories into thoughts is a bracing experience. There’s nothing as fast as a thought; of past memories, as a son, as a child, as a teen, as an employee, as an entrepreneur, as a husband, as a father. As thoughts reflect, experience your memories gone by and feel the transform; a smile, a grin, a laugh, a surprise, a wink, a blush, a kiss, a wonder, an evil grin, anger, a worry, a giggle.

It’s a fascinating feeling to pen the past but, it scares. As memories become words they open more than a Pandora’s Box. They are yours. They’ve been only yours for until the mere thought of writing them existed. But panic at the thought of doing a thing is a challenge to do it.

So here goes. There’ll be a plethora of memorable chronicles coming up. The first of my reflections do tell a tale of how anything I've ever done that ultimately was worthwhile... initially scared me to death.