The Last Time

Last night I drove past a hotel that my grandparents have stayed in for a while visiting my family and my cousins/aunts/uncles. It reminded me of the tradition we had of hanging out as a family at the hotel pool because my aunt worked there. It sounds funny, but we all really enjoyed hanging out there on various weekend evenings. We’d play pool games, race each other, and then jump in the hot tub when we got too cold.

But then I was reminded that one time we left for the evening and haven’t returned since, and it might not work out to happen again. It made me think of other memories that have also either disappeared or changed. From not all my cousins being able to make holiday get-togethers because of time and distance, to not having another get together with a group of friends before we parated ways. 

There’s certainly a benefit to not knowing you’re experiencing something for the last time. You get to completely enjoy it as you do every time, with out thinking about the sadness of it ending. But after the fact it’s a little interesting; wondering if it’s going to happen again.

Lately, though, I feel as though I’ve known about the lasts, I can only assume, since starting the Praxis program, and its made me think about how thankful I’ve been for certain experiences. 

I’ll have to move on and be thankful for what I got out of traditions that may be ending. I’ll also be trying to find the joy in certain experiences because I tend to tear up over the simple things, and I wonder if I let that take away from experiences. #workingonit

So take life as it comes, enjoy traditions and as a mom at my church posts: #loverightnow , and make sure you’re in the moment…just don’t overthink it.