Memory

​Memory is a wonderful tool. Helps me navigate life. When I use it well, I get things done on time, don’t miss important appointments, and celebrate when I intend to. Yes…it sometimes fails me, and I resort to post-it notes and strings around my fingers as dubiously effective aids.
For me, two important aspects of memory can be elusive.
I use memory in everyday ways, but I also choose it, or rather, I choose what memories to dwell on. Memories seep up from my subconscious and I get to choose whether I spend time with them, or whether I turn away from them. Consciously, I select memories to savor. The memories that I choose to dwell on have impact. Experiences similar to them proliferate in my life. It is my intention to spend most of my time with memories that excite me, that nurture me and that lift me up. Diligence required.
And then there is what I don’t remember. It is hard to imagine how greatly this may affect me. It takes some exploring to uncover these memories. But here’s what I’ve discovered about me. Nothing about me merits shame. I am always doing the best that I can, given what I have to work with. My mistakes are guardrails to get me back on track. I am a perfect creation, divine, in the process of unfoldment. All is possible for me.
Memory…I use it, I choose it, I unveil it.