Thursday, May 30, 2013 6 Comments
How come the bad stuff sticks
and the good stuff fades??
by Madelyn Griffith-Haynie, CTP, CMC, ACT, MCC, SCAC
Linking and Learning
Musings on the Machinations of Memory
Awakening early today, I had time to justify a rare jaunt through FaceBook to catch up on whatever was going on with my of my life-long friends. I was struck by how very many are struggling with emotional reactions to losing loved-ones to death and dementia.
We are at that stage of life, I suppose, where loss will become something that we must learn to live with more and more.
My thoughts began to take a right turn as I gazed at all of the black and white memorial photos of mothers and aunts and fathers and uncles from days gone by.
Unlined, full of hope, long before brows became furrowed with memories of struggle. How would they have looked in those photos, I wondered, if they could have known what the next five or more decades would hold?
Moving along, “liking” here, commenting there, I came upon a another of those “getting my frustrating day off my chest” posts by one of my FaceBook Friends that began with an interesting reframe, essentially this: I have lived 365 days times my years on this earth. They can’t all be keepers — and this one wasn’t.
While that’s a wonderful lens through which to look at our occasional experiences of “one of those days,“ why CAN’T all the days be keepers?
Why don’t we just cut out the crummy parts and file away what was good about the day?
Why are we so drawn to discussing the dark and dismissing the lighter as fluffy or something? I mean, I’m aware that Pollyanna isn’t exactly everybody’s idea of their favorite role model, but why NOT?