Instead of posing this question to friends or followers, this time I asked God: What’s up with our white-knuckled grip on the good old days and our desperate grasp for a return to so-called normal? Is this where my heart should be? Am I seeing with clear eyes? What should I be striving toward in this season? Sure, some things were good, (I still like Full House!), but just because something was from “back then” doesn’t necessarily make it better.Īs I thought about all this, I wondered if I was onto something true or if I was simply trying to make myself feel better about my current reality by taking the fond-memory filter off the past. Just because something was considered “normal” before - before today, before the pandemic or the protests, before we moved or got a new job or started a business or lost a business or got married or got divorced or had a baby or finished our degree - doesn’t mean it was better or even good. It’s something we’ll never get back, no matter how much we try - something that might just not be as wonderful as our rose-colored lenses want to remember. Whether we’re looking back at the TV shows of our childhood or our pre-pandemic lives before we’d heard of COVID-19, we can get caught up in exhausting our time by focusing on the past. The old TV show playing in my living room made me think of a time gone by, but as I thought about that, I began to wonder: What exactly do we mean when we long for the “good ol’ days”? Who, living in the year 2020, can’t identify with those thoughts? How did we get here? What is happening? Where did our normal lives go? What happened to our plans, our lives, our world? And then, how do we and when will we get back to normal? What did happen to predictability? Whatever happened to predictability - t he milkman, the paperboy, the evening TV? How did I get to living here? Somebody tell me, please!Īt first, I chuckled. But the thing about knowing every single word of a song I heard nearly every Friday night as a child and hearing it now, as an adult, is that my brain began processing it through a completely different lens - causing no small amount of dissonance. When the theme song began playing, my head began nodding without my permission. I remembered it fondly from my childhood and figured it would be a fun watch this summer, so one day I found the show on one of our streaming apps and hit play. She’d seen the reboot series ( Fuller House) at my parents’ house and was itching to watch the original show. For weeks my oldest daughter asked me to find out where she could watch Full House.
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