Nostalgia

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.

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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…

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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.

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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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