The Evils Of Timehop

I had a moment the other morning, while looking through old posts. Timehop is a blessing and a curse all at the same time. I love when I come across old pics of the kids that have gotten buried in photos of that time in my life where I took tons of pictures of food and drinks. Yea yea, I still take pictures of drink. Sometimes they are just really cool looking. Ok, off subject. But the curse of Timehop is when I come across those posts. The posts that I have buried with that chapter of my life. It’s a weird feeling that creeps up sometimes. Sad for that person that I used to be that went through that but so happy that I did go through it.   Sad for some of the relationships I lost, or loved ones that have passed. I came across this one this morning:

My dear friend  Paul passed away. But it’s so nice to see him all over my Timehop.

My point of this blog wasn’t to bring up the past. It was a part of the point I was trying to make. Timehop. I also came across some posts of how passionate and on fire I was about real estate. I was excited and passionate about where things could go with my life. And then, 3 years ago, I got hit with a bomb. My passion for my children has been unwavering. So don’t get me wrong, but the fire burnt out. Or became dim. Or whatever metaphor I’m missing. I do have a lot of things that I see where my passion could be relit, or fuel. But everything seems very far off. So I’m struggling with the now. Like the Dierks Bentley Song, “I want to feel that fire”. I know I’ll figure it out, just not sure where to begin. I am in such a better place. I am very thankful.