#16: Make new traditions.

This picture has no relevance to today’s post except that this is the deliciously creamy tomato bisque soup topped with goat cheese from Rumor Haz It that was to die for. Cheney’s pick that I wished I had followed. (Of course.) I show it to you now only to make your mouth water and to wish that I had some in my tummy. 

Anyone up for a road trip to Clayton? …I’ll drive!

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Can you believe we’ve made it half way through the month of October? Wow. We’re approximately one month away from Thanksgiving already. 

Remember when you were a kid and the space between Christmas each year felt like an eternity? …I feel like I have just enough time to miss the holidays and they’re back again.

But please do not mistake that for complaining because you will never hear a complaint from me about the holidays coming too soon.

Holidays are for traditions and traditions make me feel cozy inside.

There are some things that one generally feels can be left in the past but at a time where you can create and recreate yourself (ahem, twenty-something) new traditions and old traditions alike, begged to be respected and embraced.

Yesterday made me nostalgic and fuzzy-headed. I felt myself wanting to capture every moment, remember every smell, memorize every laugh, acknowledge every breath of cool, fresh air. 

It also made me even more convinced that a trip to Tiger in October should be a tradition. One that is continued long past school and degrees and marriages and kids and crazy lives.

The other day the boy messaged me saying he had a favor to ask. He said that he wanted to “do” Thanksgiving this year. I squealed with excitement over the proposal! “Yes!” (duh. Who says no to that?) 

I couldn’t help but be overwhelmed with giddiness at thought of being in the kitchen with my favorite man, dirty apron, fingers covered in flour and chocolate (because I want dessert duty, of course), sweet and savory aromas mixing and filling the house as our favorite tunes play in the background.

[You didn’t realize we were traveling to the Cleaver’s home today, did you? …I imagine our being in the kitchen together all day is more similar to Lucy (Ricardo) in the kitchen. Things flying everywhere, dishes being spilled, etc… everything else though, I would say is rather accurate (most of the time).]

Tradition is something I believe our culture doesn’t value enough. It is like the art of story telling, as if we believe since we have a plethora of options in how to do, celebrate, commemorate any one event in our lives, traditions aren’t important. That would be…they’re “old school,” a thing of the past.

I would argue with the validity of that thought process, for in a world where technology rules and by the moment you arrive home with your new technological purchase it is irrelevant due to it’s “recent” update and replacement…tradition and consistency sales a good pitch.

Knowing that on Christmas Eve we will be in my Nana’s kitchen having dinner and playing games and on Christmas morning we will all make breakfast too early to mention, and that birthdays will not be complete without a DQ ice cream cake…that’s comfort, that’s home.

So while you’re a twenty-something and trudging forward off the beaten path and creating your own new life make time to respect old traditions and create new ones. Be intentional about savoring those sweet memories and pushing them into the future because our time is fleeting if nothing else.

#16: Make new traditions.

Happy new week…it’s Monday tomorrow. 

Shall you start a new Monday tradition?

(Maybe treat yourself to Starbucks Mondays? Oh, wait. You do that everyday.

Maybe you have a better idea?)