Time in a Bottle or book or storage tub or...

I've been going through all my keepsakes and trying to finish up projects. As I look at stuff, I think how each little thing/object has some meaning to me and is a part of my life and I began to think about what a life really is.

I think we often state Tom Cruise is an actor, Meryl Streep is an actress, Mozart was a composer, Jonas Salk invented the polio vaccine and so on. However, I'm sure there lives are much more than that.

Most of us can identify ourselves by our careers. For instance, I would say I'm an educational administrator since I've done that for 22 years of my career after college graduation. But in saying that, I'm barely scratching the surface of my life. As I look through the stuff I've collected over the years, I can recall event after event, activity after activity and person after person who have all been part and parcel of my life. The little notes, cards, tickets, brochures that I plan for scrapbooks, the photos of families and the various collectibles I've collected all have special meaning to me because of what they represent--the wonderful, funny and touching moments in my life that are treasures in themselves.

With each move I've made, I get rid of more and more stuff and, yet, there is some stuff that I can't seem to part with. For instance, my school yearbooks. I haven't looked at them in years but, when I do, all the friendships and people I knew come back to me in waves of memory. Some are fantastic memories, some are so-so, some are yucky and some are plain "who was that?"

If I had to write my autobiography, I could begin with my mementos and then the rest would probably be a free-for-all that would include lots of flotsam and jetsam. Oh, well, it's my life and I treasure it.

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