We are at home. Like many of you, really at home.
Perhaps for the first time in ages.
At our house that has meant projects.
House projects for my hubby.
Mostly writing for me.
This last week, I took on a project to remake an old family dresser.
The chest is sturdy, but made from an era when all wood furniture was dark.
Dark has become so foreboding.
It was time for a change.
I had a plan, however when I started sanding the finish from the old piece of furniture, the wood spoke something different to me.
I kept on working.
As I was doing the finish coat, I found my mind wandering to memories of my father.
He was the one who introduced me to wood and with great supervision, would allow me to work with him in the basement.
Those thoughts bought a smile to mind.
For those of you who know me, there aren’t many times I speak of my dad.
My memories aren’t very pleasant.
In the last few years, I’ve been learning about how we can remake our memories.
Instead of replaying in your mind the same sad stories, stop those thoughts and replace them with more pleasant memories.
I’ve been working on that memory project for a few years.
It doesn’t change any realities, but it changes what my first thoughts are when thinking about my father.
This weekend wrapped up a remaking project and contributed to an ongoing remaking project.
It’s never too late to work on remaking…