I've recently read What Alice Forgot from the author Liane Moriarty. It's the kind of book that sticks with you, makes you ponder and begs to be discussed. So, let's do that!
Within the first 20 pages, What Alice Forgot pulled me in. I longed for Alice to get her memory back and figure out what happened to her marriage, her life. I wanted her to put the pieces back together and discover something that would make everything make sense again. I wanted her to figure out how her once playful and happy marriage ended up in complete disarray.
It kept me intrigued and guessing, though I never felt like my mind fully went down the path the author was leading me down with her clues. I was never completely shocked when some of the "big reveals" came to light... however......
sometimes we could be so much more than who we are, who we’ve become…~
this book will most definitely be on my mind for the next couple of weeks. A question we've all been asked "Where Do You See Yourself In 5 Years"? but then lets complicate it a little and remove the last 10 Years of your life, completely wiped out, forgotten, never happened. Who are you, who would you be.......
I conclude.... Life Changes Us...~
The other day, while I was queuing at a
supermarket, I smiled at an adorable toddler standing with her father a few
steps in front of me.
She had this huge grin on her face, and
she actually waved at me from two feet away, so I couldn’t help but smile in
return.
Just then, she pulled on her father’s
leg and giggled the words, “Why does everyone like me?”
He responded, “Because you’re a beautiful
little girl!”
It was a simple, heartwarming moment,
because I could tell from her bashful yet proud expression that she
internalized and believed this, as I wish all children could.
I wondered if strangers frequently
smiled at her because of her cheery cherubic face, leading her to conclude that
everyone
likes her.
And I hoped she’d hold onto that simple
conclusion forever, so she’d never doubt her inner light, and as a consequence,
shine it often.
For many kids, confidence and joy come
so easily. They have an innocence about them—a sense of possibility and wonder.
They don’t dwell on what happened yesterday. They don’t obsess over what’s
coming tomorrow and worry that they can’t handle it.
And they haven’t yet learned to question
themselves, not like we do as adults.
I wonder what it would look like to
recapture that self-belief and joy. Kids make it look so simple.
Maybe that’s the point. Maybe we could
feel that same sense of self-assurance and presence if we stopped burying
ourselves under the layers of everything that’s happened, and chose instead to
simply be in the moment.
Maybe we could believe in ourselves more
fully if we also looked for signs to confirm our worth and beauty; if we chose
to recognize people smiling at us, believing in us, confiding in us, depending
on us.
this feeling...~
Maybe we just need to step in where our
parents may or may not have left off, and remind us ourselves as often as
possible that we are beautiful—and the best way to show it is to smile…~
