The Process

I've recently started pondering all my favorite memories.

All the nights that I remember drinking tea in a dim-lit room, listening to Norah Jones, and talking to any of my favorite people.

The endless times at the Starbucks on 29th since 7th grade where all just seemed well; snow, rain, sun, wind.

The times I sat in many different peoples' cars on the cliff of High Drive talking about leaving for college and all the boys we'd never date.

The floors I have collapsed on from laughter that made me lose my footing, and the face of the person who made me end up there. 

The first date that lasted 4 hours on the same park bench. 

The time Steph and I asked teachers to donate to our "College Fund" so we could get McDonalds fries after school (not my proudest, by far...)

Sleepovers with my girls where we were far too loud and would pretend we were asleep when we heard parents coming to tell us to be quiet.

The duets I have belted in the car.

The wonderful and risky thing about memories like these is that while I was making them I didn't know they would be on my list of favorites.

I didn't know that someday I would tell you about them.

I didn't know that when I am sad I would look to these.

I have come to find that I have so many moments in history that seemed quite insignificant at the time, that turned out to be monumental. I think we all know those people, and may be those people, that always seem to be waiting for the next big thing to happen. If it doesn't sound like something that will create the best story, or be the most fun, they opt out. But if we knew any of those moments were coming and avoided everything else, we would be missing out on the process.  

If a book was written and only had a first page and a last page, it would be a terrible book.

Same could be said for our lives.

Don't pass up an opportunity to make a lasting impression on your heart.

Don't wait for the next big thing.

Big things come on ordinary days, and we often don't give ordinary it's rightful chance to be magical.

The process is the part we remember.

Our perfectly ordinary, everyday, simple, underdeveloped..

PROCESS

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