Just saw a picture of me from High School days. I was safe by the way. But I digress…this was a reminder of how quickly time passes and how necessary it is that we do not live in the past. If HS was the defining time in my life, things would be much different today that they are. Upon graduating HS, I had only left the state of Texas 2-3 times, never flown in a plane, and pretty much thought I knew it all. All that has changed…and then some. About to come upon 28 years of living away from Texas, I have flown on a plane (a few times!), and the more I learn the more I realize how little I know.
The past is something we can celebrate and/or learn from, but it is not something we can duplicate or live from for very long. For some that is depressing. For others that is liberating. For me…it is a little of both.