Nostalgic...

I've been on a "let's remember" kick lately. I suppose that's probably due to the lack of time and/or energy due to over-working myself. I've only gone out a couple of nights this week, by choice. Sitting at home just simply relaxing and unwinding has been a welcome change for me. You know, it's strange just how much you can actually accomplish while sitting. The box of photographs I found earlier, I went through and sorted them, placing them in various photo albums and frames throughout my apartment.

I laughed as I looked at the pictures of Maria from various rehearsals. You know, after the pictures I've taken of her, it's a miracle we're still friends! Then there's Susan. Our Thanksgiving pictures, well, they're priceless. The picture of Susan standing outside on my balcony deep frying a turkey in the middle of a cold New York winter, it's just not right. Then again, neither is the fact that she was carving the turkey with a cigarette hanging out of her mouth. That picture went into a frame. Maybe I'll have wallets made from the print and include them in Christmas cards next year. Does anyone out there think I have death wish?

I found pictures I had forgotten all about- pictures from bars and parties we'd attended years ago. Karaoke pictures where we were singing our hearts out, and having the time of our lives doing so. As I looked at each picture, for a moment, I was there again- wherever I was when the picture was taken. I could remember the feelings I had in each one- happiness, anxiety, excitement, love- everything.

I've often wondered, if there were no words, only pictures to tell the story of our lives, what would people think of who we were and how we lived? Would people think all I did was drink, smoke, and party all the time? Would they know how much I loved life, my friends, family, God, dancing, singing, and everything in between? Would they see my soul, my faith, my heartbreak, my passions? What would they see? Everyone looking at a photograph sees the same thing, yet so differently. If photographs told the story of your life- just what would they say about you?