I tried so very hard to forget the above hairstyle!
I almost forgot that I was someone before I was a Mum. I spent so long trying to be a Mum.
When I was trying to be a Mum, I almost forgot that I was still someone.
I made my identity out of being an infertile woman. That sucked!
I tried to forget so much during that period so that it is a blur now. A shame, because good things must have happened too.
I almost forgot that I used to present the local news (with terrible hair styles that believe me beg to be forgotten) – I almost forgot that I used to be a serious journalist, covering crime and court room dramas, politics and pressing issues.
I almost forgot some of the people I got to meet – inspiring, amazing people (not politicians, or criminals or lawyers). How could I forget these wonderful people?
I’ve interviewed three Prime Ministers (well at press conferences), Russell Crowe in the days before he was really famous (but not before he was really arrogant), the Wiggles, Olympians, charity workers, cancer survivors, rescue heroes, people with nothing who appreciate what they have.
I’ve been on a live firing exercise with the army, flown in gliders, helicopters (including a Blackhawk), ultra-lights and even a hot air balloon (I’m not scared of flying). I’ve seen what little is left of a F18 fighter jet and its two crew when it crashes.
I almost forgot the laughs, and there were many, along the way. More than tears.
I almost forgot childhood innocence, knocked out of me by the hardness of the world.
My kids reminded me.
I almost forgot that I used to be a successful manager leader, someone who instilled confidence in people, who brought out their best because it was what I wanted to see.
Time, circumstances and corporate/government bullshit almost stole those memories from me. But they linger somewhere in my knowing.
I almost forgot that we built our first house – that I held these huge timber bearers in place as we constructed the foundations for our floor. I’ve tried to forget that we almost got divorced before getting married when it came time to install the kitchen. We’ve clocked up ’18 years to life’.
I almost forgot that we completely renovated our second house – new walls and windows, tiling and painting, major extensions, landscaping, decking and design. I’ve tried to forget all the rubbish we had to remove from the site – about eight big skips worth – all the hard work, oh and the plastering – I never, ever want to do plastering again.
I almost forgot that I used to feel that anything was possible – I’ve even forgotten when I started to see difficulty in place of possibility, pain instead of promise.
I almost forgot my strength in overcoming difficulties, in seeing possibilities. I almost forgot that the promise of gain is always inherent in pain.
I’m remembering, reminding myself of all that I’ve been, all that I’ve survived and imagining all that I can be.
Don’t let your memories be buried under pain, your achievements clouded by your ‘failures’. And don’t forget to laugh (or cry) about how you used to look!
What have you almost forgotten about yourself that you need reminding about? What vintage looks of yourself are you just lovin? Feel free to share the evidence.
Linking up with Essentially Jess for IBOT.