On a date night tonight, my husband and I were strolling down memory lane.
We’ve been together for more than half our lives. The number of versions of me in our relationship is too many to count and too many to recall.
As we were trying to piece together the memories of a trip to Maryland with a cabin and a smoky fire with wet wood, I couldn’t figure out if the images coming to mind were from a dream or the actual experience.
Part of me wishes iPhones were around during that trip because then I would have some photo reference of that memory. Part of me loves that there is such mystery to these parts of our lives that may never be fully recalled.
I learned that every time we recall a memory, it changes. So even if the images that came to me were from real life, they may be so far off from what actually happened.
We all have lived lifetimes within our lifetime, and it is impossible to remember everything. And we aren’t meant to. Our mental energy has better things to spend it on. I’d like to trust that the original experience has offered me something whether I remember it or not, and maybe it’ll turn up in a dream one day.