So the A to Z Challenge came to a close with the ending of April… congratulations to those who survived! I ended three letters shy, R S and N. I had good topics for all of them, too, but when it came time to write them I just had zero inspiration. So it didn’t happen. I am going to fulfill my duties to these letters and the commitment I made to myself to complete the challenge.

I am grateful to have found some great blogs to add to my regular reader feed, and am thankful for the inspiration that it did provide at times. I love finding other writers who inspire and make you think, even if what they write about isn’t what you typically write about. Good writers are made from good readers. I am getting severely off-track.

Nostalgia is one of my favorite words. Who doesn’t love reminiscing over what happened, and remember times that were great — even if we didn’t find them that great at the time? Time has a way of wiping away all emotions surrounding events that may have been negative. Time is the greatest form of rose-colored glasses.

I had a radio specialty show in college that was called Nineties Nostalgia, where I played 90s hits. It was really fun to do that, and fun to be a part of something bigger than me. I met a lot of cool people through radio, got a scholarship through radio, and went to a radio crash course over the summer which gave me the opportunities to tour the Carolina Panthers stadium and take a lap in a pace car at the Lowe’s Motorspeedway NASCAR track.


That was random, but I feel my thoughts aren’t very clear today.

All of this to say, I think the thing I am most nostalgic for over all is time. I know you can never get back time, and it is the one thing you are always losing, but I miss the days of feeling like I had more of it.

Between working full time and this accelerated Master’s program I am in, free time is few and far between. I used to be able to write every single day when I was in high school. Not only did I write every day, I made it a point to, and I had the time to. I felt my day was incomplete when I couldn’t.

My parents greatest form of punishment for me was to ban me from the computer because they knew it was what hurt me the most. I felt like I had to write every day. I had a group of writers whom I followed and we knew everything about each other. I was more honest with them than I was with people I saw every day. I was more in tune with them than I was with my “best friend”, whom I saw weekly. It was the highlight and my saving grace of my high school years, being able to write in the network I was in.

And I miss that time. I miss unloading my thoughts and then crawling into bed. I miss getting out of bed once my parents were asleep to sneak to the computer and write more thoughts when my head was too loud to afford me sleep. I miss having the time to be able to choose what activities I do.

Being an adult is so much harder than they let on. I’m nostalgic for being young and irresponsible.

Old enough to know better, but still too young to care…


Part of the A to Z Challenge… A post a day for the month of April to cover topics beginning with each letter of the alphabet. Note: These are my catch-up posts, as I missed 3 letters in April.


2 thoughts on “Nostalgia

  1. Ohhhh I’m right there with you Gretchen, suffering the woes of early adulthood, rent bill by painful rent bill -_- I think nostalgia will get us through it all, though, so we have something to remind us of to enjoy the simpler things when it all gets too tough 🙂 🙂


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