Nobody Remembers Perfect πΉ
Come come sit with me, grab your drink and pull up a chair...
So I have a question for you to think about for a moment.
Yesterday I was sitting on the patio and I got to thinking... lol I know that is dangerous for me because my mind can take me in so many directions. π
Okay, here is the question: Why do we always look for perfect instead of just enjoying the memories that got us there?
Think about that one memory that makes you smile so hard you almost laugh until you cry. Maybe it is a family gathering, a vacation, a holiday, or just a random Tuesday that somehow became unforgettable.
I have a lot of those memories because A. I love to laugh and B. I have family and friends who make me laugh all the time.
The funny thing is, when I think back on some of my favorite memories, none of them were perfect.
So there was this one summer when I was a teenager. Mom and Dad were working and we were home. LOL my brother had his friend over and they were bugging me. They went outside to get something and I locked them out. Mind you it was the middle of the summer.
I had to run to all three doors. I am standing at the back door just laughing at them. I leave to go get something and when I come back to check on them, I see my bike hung in the tree.
They will get it down when I let them in. π
I am sitting here writing this story and I am still laughing. Gosh... the laughter we had about that for years.
Then there was the time I was working at an office. Now I am probably dating myself a bit because we had desktop computers and CD players. You all know how much I love music.
Well, I was putting a CD into what I thought was the right slot. Let's just say it was not the right place and the CD disappeared inside the computer.
Gone.
I could hear it fall.
I knew I was going to have to ask for help and I was so embarrassed.
So I found the manager of IT and explained what I had done. Ummm... let's just say after he got done laughing, he helped me get it out.
Guys, the look on his face was priceless.
I asked him if we could just keep this little incident a secret.
Yeah... well.
Later that morning I had to ask him a question. I walked into his office and his whole team was there. They all looked at me.
The second I saw their faces, I knew.
All I could say was, "YOU TOLD THEM!"
And then the laughter started all over again. π
Till this day, my friend who worked in the IT department still laughs about that moment.
Which got me thinking...
Why do we spend so much of our lives trying not to look foolish when some of our best memories come from the moments we looked the most foolish?
Because honestly, nobody remembers the day everything went exactly according to plan.
We remember the bike hanging in the tree.
We remember putting a CD where it definitely did not belong.
We remember the moments that had us laughing so hard we couldn't catch our breath.
We remember the stories that get told over and over again at family gatherings, work parties, and coffee dates years later.
Maybe that's because life isn't measured by how perfect we were.
Maybe it's measured by how much we lived, how much we laughed, and the stories we collected along the way.
So now I am curious...
What is one story that still makes you laugh years later?
The kind of story that starts with, "Remember that time..." and immediately makes everyone smile.
Because if there is one thing I am learning, it is this:
Nobody remembers perfect.
But we never forget the stories. πΉ
✨ Lisa's Whisper: The moments we try to hide are often the very moments that become our favorite stories.
Thank you for sitting with me today.
If this made you smile, laugh, or think of one of your own “remember that time” stories, I would love to hear from you.
Want to share your thoughts?
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