My housemate and I were flipping through our senior yearbook tonight (instead of getting ready for bed), looking for the last name of a certain girl who’d come up in conversation.
I was amazed at how few people she seemed to remember (or even to know in the first place) – I felt as though I had specific memories of each and every girl whose picture we crossed, all 200 of them (including myself, that is).
Maybe I really do just remember more than the average person…, and maybe I take note of more in the first place…
That feeling when your mom asks if you’re going with her tomorrow, and she’s referencing an out-of-town trip that she never actually told you about…
It’s funny to me, the things that make me feel so comfortable, so at ease, that it feels like everything is okay and is going to be okay. Tonight, not for the first time since I have returned to living in Houston, someone told me, “You still smell the same,” and followed up my question about it with, “You still smell like you.” And this is a comment I’ve had from lots of people over the years. I have a very distinct smell. It’s mostly just my deodorant and essential oils and oil blends that I use for various things in my life, but there is something special-feeling about the fact that people associate those smells with me. It is as though one of my favorite parts of me and my life is something that people not only notice, but usually really like. And, most of all, they remember it. That to me is special, and I so love having it happen, it makes me feel whole and complete in the present moment… even though I have no idea what is next for me in life, and even though I’m not too glad or proud of where things stand for me in my life in this moment, people still remember and love me.