Apparently I’m supposed to be revisiting my life as it was the early 90s. I’ve been thinking/talking about it more than usual these days.
I was looking through my storage for a photo frame to put one of C’s paintings in, this was randomly attached to the front of the glass, backside facing out. The scene is early on in 1993 and here I am in my brand new F-150. I can kind of see my big bank-telling hair surrounding the headrest. I was living in Phoenix at the time and I can’t think of a more impractical vehicle for the average person. But hey, I could back that thing into my parking spot between a post and Bronco in one shot and later on, when I lived in Chicago, could parallel park it on the left hand side of a one way street. Skillz. Every picture tells a story, don’t it? I guess you may be able to tell by my face today, this one sure does.
So, I’ll sit for a bit and try to understand what the whole “hey, remember twenty years ago when you…” thing I seem to be catering to in my brain lately. I imagine it has more than a little bit to do with letting go of negativity.
I hope you have a great evening & a fantastic weekend. <3