Today’s Tune

My summer schedule has consisted of missing the sun outside, looking forward to 3:30 most days, and going to bed before the sun even sets.

But a corporate internship working 40 hour weeks still has its benefits, just as every new season of life does, whether temporary or lingering.

If you know me, you know that I love myself some good memories. That's why I love taking random videos of my friends on my camera, so that once that season has passed, I can look back. What really gets me are Snapchat memories. The problem I have though, and it's self-diagnosed, so take it as you will, is that I am maybe, slightly, too obsessed with looking back on the past. In fact, often times I feel so sad when I see old photos and videos that I don't feel content anymore, just sad that I'm not singing revival at Ohio State stadium, sitting around a bonfire on a random Wednesday, or wandering campus freshly freshman.

Yet, when I scroll my Teams calendar, only a few weeks out, I realize I'm now even closer to the end than I am the beginning of my internship.

Wild. Did I not just start?

My dear friend Clare loves End of August by Noah Kahan, and since his new album release, we've played the song probably hundreds of times. I hadn't listened to it for a while but this morning, starting my morning at work of course, the song played and I can't help but reiterate that "everything you see out here will die." (Please be assured this isn't supposed to be a depressing blog today) BUT Clare loves the way the song opens and as she's beautifully, musically inclined, she can sing the notes and follow the beat so well, caring less even so about the lyrics, and more about the sound.

With summers, internships, and work, and school, and wherever you are, the time will always pass away. You can't stick yourself in a moment and say, welp God, I'm staying here for a bit. Which is why I love picture's and videos so much. Growing up, my parents had this big wooden box with tons of analog photos they've collected. I've always said if our house burns down and I'm in it, that's what I'm taking with me. I used to look at those photos growing up and get a glimpse into their life when I wasn't even a thought. I love that feeling.

Each day, every season, we might not enjoy the lyrics to the life we're living. Maybe they're challenging or different than what we're used to. Maybe the lyrics paint the picture of temporariness which can feel unstable, or maybe the lyrics are singing that we're stuck for a while. Remember I told you though, how Clare cared less about the lyrics and more about the tune of the song? Some people love songs for their words and meaning, but everyone knows as soon as they turn on a tried and true song, they can immediately identify it by how it sounds.

Today my 'tune' sounds like teams chatting back and forth with Izzie at work, morning sunlight, updates from college friends in our group chat, Amazon Prime deals, drinking my whole water bottle, randomly matching polka dot skirts, and of course, listening to Noah Kahan.

It might be weird to use music as an analogy for life, but my dad always uses analogies, so we know where I get it from. I'm glad that memories are so good sometimes they make me sad, because that means God was sweet to me in that season now gone.

That means I shouldn't doubt His goodness to me today even if it feels like my memory making is boring.

Best,

Meg