“I wish there was a way to know you’re in the good old days before you’ve actually left them.”
Remember when that line was on the finale of The Office? Huge nope nope nope to the heart.
It’s so interesting to listen to people in different stages of their lives talk about the good old days. In High School when I cried about a boy my mom would tell me that in college or in five years from now I wouldn’t even think about these little problems. JOKES ON YOU I still think about all of it. All. Of. It.
Then in my first two years of college a lot of huge events came up that seemed like the end of the world. And guess what? I got over it. I don’t remember the process of getting over certain events. I remember feeling horribly low and then suddenly being ok. The healing process was natural and now everything is just a dull memory that only surfaces sometimes.
I’ve always found it funny when people talk about “the good old days.” Some people consider that to be high school. Some people consider that to be college. Everyone gets the college speech when they leave for their first year. “These are going to be the best years of your life blah blah lifelong friends blah blah experiences blah.” What’s interesting is that everyone I’m close with had a HORRIBLE first few years of college, myself included. I think part of that is because the experiences we had in High School were so powerfully amazing. We got lucky there, guys. Advanced theater for life.
But what really are the good old days?
One of my best friends moved to Arizona for college. She was home for Christmas and summer and I even got to visit her a few months back. But now her parents have moved to Arizona and we don’t know when we will see each other again. The friendship is strong but sadly so is distance.
Last night was the last night the four of us friends were able to have together. As we climbed into my car from Mary’s house it felt just like senior year. Only that was four years ago. FOUR YEARS AGO. What have I done with my life in four years? A lot, I know. But I feel the same. I feel different too. Growing up is weird.
|Looking supreme at all ages. Niki made this swell collage.|
At dinner we reminisced about the first times we all met, awkward school dances, first loves, first heartbreaks, starting college together but apart, and the eventual future unfurling before us. I love reminiscing but it always leaves a little lump at the back of my throat. I’m sad to grow up. I’m sad to move on. I’m sad to make new friends. The thought of not having some of these people that are in my life right now in my life in five years kills me.
But even through the fear and the anticipation there is so much excitement in my soul for the future. I’m moving to Salt Lake so so soon if all goes to plan. I’ll be done with dental assisting school in about a month and a half! I get to start my English degree in about 6 months! I get to live on my own again! I get to meet new people and chance new dreams.
I do wish I knew when the good old days were so that I could pay more attention to them while I am in them. I should have cherished so many more of the times I had in the past but that’s a little moot now. I have the opportunity now to cherish all of the moments ahead of me.
You really just have to remind yourself that even in the days that feel wasted or the times that feel as though nothing big is happening in your life there are little moments to cherish and remember. Little insignificant things are honestly the sweetest memories I hold in my heart. Graduating high school was amazing but watching the sun rise with my best friends the morning after is much more important. Being able to play Regan in King Lear was amazing but waking up every morning with my dog lying next to me is even more vivid. These small things are the most amazing gifts to cherish.
There is no such thing as the good old days, unless you let there be such a thing as that. Every day is a golden afternoon that should be cherished. You should love each chapter of your life just as much as the last. Sure they are all different; some are harder than others and some are more eventful but without that chapter, the book would be incomplete.
Don’t let your days become the good old days without you being aware of it. Be ever present in your life and love every great and terrible, beautiful, moment in it.
|John Green, continually nailing it.|
this is wonderful. absolutely wonderful
Growing up IS weird. And hard. And exciting. And crazy. Ha! You're right though… it's hard to know what the "good ol' days" are! One thing is for sure, I'm doing my best to enjoy every single moment so that I don't look back on my life and regret NOT enjoying the good ol' days!