I’m not one for dwelling in the past. What’s the point? It is what it is and the only power I have is over what is to come. But today is the one day of the year when I take time to sit quietly to remember the year that’s been. To help my ruminations, a few years ago I started a memory jar.
Why a memory jar? I found I was remembering the big stuff: the business highs and lows; the family challenges and celebrations; the travels and the tribulations. But so many precious memories often lay buried in the small stuff which I was too easily forgetting.
I’m useless at keeping a journal. It just feels too onerous as I flop into bed, more often than not royally shattered, to have to turn my hand to a diary entry. But a memory jar means I capture in one short sentence the things that made me laugh and cry, celebrate and commiserate. Those precious moments of life that aren’t triggered by material things (though the Chloe handbag purchase did find its way into the jar) but are priceless, based on moments in time that are abundant in happiness, love, sheer stupidity, discovery or contemplation.
Truth be told I’ve found this year ruddy hard and really challenging. And the sad thing is I haven’t topped up the memory jar as often as I should. I’ve too often gone to bed angry and knackered; regretting rather than looking for even the smallest thing that made the day ok.
So for 2016, I’m not making resolutions that I feel guilty for not keeping. I’m just going to commit to writing every day on that slip of paper. Placing a memory in my memory jar so on 31st December 2016 it is overflowing. I’ll capture how I gave, learned or enriched my life or the life of someone close to me.
Today is about looking back and learning. Tomorrow is about looking forward to a whole new year and capturing the moments that matter.