Going through my photo albums this morning looking for snow pictures has lead me to think back to the different stages of my life. The changes that seemed so difficult at the time now seem to be a lesson that I'm the better for learning.
When I think back on my childhood it seems almost perfect at the time. Being the youngest I had older sisters to make up for the lack of affection that my mother seemed unable to show. My sisters and I discuss this matter now and wonder just what made our mother that way. We think about childhood abuse but can't imagine it happening. We wonder if it was just the way she was raised. Whatever the reason, all of us will not pass it on to another generation. We have overcome that trait and are a very affectionate bunch.
When looking at the photos of the creek and old corn crib, I think about how much I loved living on that farm. I think I loved where I lived more than the husband of a short period of time I was living with. I loved my rustic house. Being able to explore the old barn and fields somehow made me feel closer to my childhood. It was a beautiful place. But the marriage was short lived and I chose not to remain there because I was surrounded by my former spouse's family.
These are but two examples that come to mind this morning. I'm sure there are many more that have shaped the person that I have become. We all have these changes in our life's that force us down a road we didn't plan on taking sometime of our own chosing and sometime not a choice we willing made but were forced to make it. When I think back on all the different journey's that I have experienced in my life of 63 years, I can now appreciate and understand the life lesson that each of them taught me. May they never stop for when they do I will have reached my journey's end.