Avenue of Memories.

Avenue of Memories.

“I like cherry blossoms too, they flourish for a short time but are splendid and in a certain sense represent the fragility and the transience of life. For a moment, the picture in which you are walking and the trees, reminded me of my grandmother when as a child we were walking under the mimosas in bloom. At the end everything changes in life, from situations to people. Sometimes changes can be faster or slower, and sometimes they do not depend on us. I like your post and then it is as if you are walking in an avenue of memories.”

-Anonymous

I received this comment one of my most recent blog posts When Blossoms Bloom.  At first glance I was thinking, wow this a really nice, reflective response filled with so much nostalgic energy. But it wasn’t until after rereading it again later on, more closely, I realized what the message in it really was. The idea of it was exactly what fueled me to get into writing my blog, because it had the energy I wanted my readers to feel.

The transience of life is something that I’ve been thinking about more and mores the idea of time. Just that feeling of getting older and realizing that time can be healing or damaging, or feel fast or slow, but you can never get time back. When you finally get to that age that you were always wishing to be as a child, begging to be even, and you realize that life isn’t exactly an easy thing to handle. And sometimes there are days when you wake up and miss the feeling of waking up feeling carefree on Saturdays and no worries on your mind. Looking back 20 years feels almost like yesterday, but then when you actually look around you realize that you’re a totally different person that has been tested, shaped and refined by life.

Life really is fragile in a sense, because nothing in this life is permanent. Every day I’m thinking of how I just want to go back to the 90s when all I cared about was Sunday night Skate 22, Rugrats movies, Pinho’s cupcakes and riding around in my mom’s old Ford Explorer in Roselle. And how I miss polaroid cameras and listening to Jon B. and Joe playing on the radio. I mostly miss how on those long rides to Cranford or Paramus, I used to always look out the window and watch the scenery and the trees flash by, just fast enough for my eyes to just catch the trees in their essence and their beauty. And now when I daydream I’m looking back, chasing this feeling of how can I get that feeling back? All thats left are the blurred memories.

I’m grateful for this message. I wanted my readers and everyone to read this and always remember that we should never take anything in life for granted, because things can change at any moment. The quote ended on the idea of this avenue of memories, and I love this, because I feel like at the end of the day thats all we’re left with. Memories of a time, of a song, of a feeling, of people. Whether we admit it or not, we’re all constantly longing for what used to be, but I guess to me that’s what reminiscing really is.

Thank you for this comment and to everyone whose been here reminiscing with me,  and encouraging me.

-XoReminissy

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When Blossoms Bloom.

When Blossoms Bloom.

Isn’t the sight of Cherry Blossoms so reminiscent of the season changing? Whenever I see them I get that familiar feeling of May, flowers, warm breeze, and warm weather approaching. Spring fever! I think I’ve got it, and I’m not ashamed. I just want to open up my windows, get out for some fresh air, and breathe easy!

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When I saw this whole street lined at the curb with these beautiful trees, I was in awe because I love cherry blossoms they’re, nostalgic to me. They remind me of walking around Rahway as a teenager, down Cherry Street, near the train station and by my old dance studio. I was mostly shocked to see them here though, right in the middle of an area that is full of warehouse apartments, pavement, and brick walls. Not too many trees and shrubs. I mean I’ve seen some cacti around, but who doesn’t love flowers and the way they can light up the aesthetic of a city neighborhood?

This day was more to me than just going out to get some pretty pictures, though. I wanted to get these pictures for my blog so that I could share this experience. I had planned to go do a little shoot, but when I got up this Sunday morning it was overcast, it was cold, I was short on time because my mom was coming to visit and plus I wanted to go to Church. Immediately, I started thinking of every excuse not to go do this and just stay in bed, because the idea of it just seemed like more of an annoyance at this point.  But then I started thinking of those episodes of Top Model and how even when the models had just came from traveling abroad, they’re tired, its cold. They JUST DO IT! And that’s what sets them apart from everyone else that just continues to dream.

I wanted to capture this moment while they’re still in bloom as a reminder that the seasons are ever changing, and when you start having second thoughts about the things you have to do and sacrifice in order to make your dreams come true, just do it! The blossoms bloom even when its still cold and wintery, they just know their time. Your time is now.

-XoReminissy

Shh, I’m trying to Read!

Shh, I’m trying to Read!

So I guess I’m taking my own advice when I say that I’m finally getting back into reading! If you’ve been keeping up with my blog posts, you’d know that reading was one thing I mentioned as a part of protecting your vibe and doing things that you enjoy in order to preserve your peace. (https://ireminiss.com/2017/12/13/choose-your-vibe/). I’m currently reading In a Dark, Dark Wood by Ruth Ware, and I must say that it’s really good so far if you’re into some suspense and mystery while you read and the tone is really light and relatable for me.

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Ruth Ware’s In A Dark, Dark Wood.

I’m excited, because I’ve always loved to read ever since I was young, but it has been pretty hard to read for pleasure during the past few years. Partially because I never really had time to read while I was in school, while I was also working part time. But more so because I feel like I was going through a stage where I was trying to get out of reading young adult Fiction and more into some books and authors more appropriate for my age. I used to love to read Sarah Desson, they were young and sappy and comforting  for me, but now I just have a yearning for something more complex to keep me entertained, or else it’s just like watching a boring movie.

This I how I know that I’m really getting back to my old self, because this is like typical old me: always with my nose in a book. I don’t know, reading for me is just like the ultimate relaxation, it gives me alone time and quiet time for myself. The real fun in it is just getting lost in the words and in getting lost in your own imagination while wondering if the way you’re imagining the characters is how they actually are.

Hmm, what’s on your reading list? I’d love some new authors to get into. Let me know!

-XoReminissy

Nostalgia, Reflection, Growth. (Making the same Mistakes)

Nostalgia, Reflection, Growth. (Making the same Mistakes)

This is starting to become a part of who I am. Looking back is a part of learning and growing and moving forward. I thank God every day for the past though, and lessons learned, and for the chances we get to not make the same mistakes. I’m truly grateful for the time we get to experience and mature, and it’s inevitable we all got to grow up sometime.

I knew I was growing up when I realized that the same patterns in my actions will yield the same results. And when I realized this, my life started to actually yield the results I wanted.

Results are what we want, but repetition is so easy and so comfortable, and a majority of the time it gets us nowhere. It just leads us down the same road of frustration and disappointment. I didn’t start getting somewhere until I decided to start taking some chances, dip my toe in, get my feet wet. Move to a different city, take a different job, be spontaneous. I spend a lot of time consulting with other people about what’s in my own heart. How can you even do that? A part of growing up is trusting your own gut, judging yourself off of what you’ve done in the past to know your own capabilities and what you can accomplish.

 

I think that a lot of the time the ones closest to us can also be the ones who could ultimately hold us back the most. They just know your mistakes. You also know your mistakes, and you know what you should, would, and could do. But there comes a time where we have to break free from our old habits and repetitive, negative actions.

It’s a simple formula really:

Nostalgia

  Think Back (what was the situation)

Reflection

 Think About It (what did you learn from this, what could I do different)

Growth

 Move Forward (don’t make the same mistake).

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“…Repition is so easy and so comfortable, and a majority of the time it leads us nowhere.”

Know yourself, don’t let your old self get in the way of who you’re trying to become. The seasons changing, so it’s the perfect time to embrace it. You’re better off growing.

-XoReminissy