I have always tried to live pushing myself out of my comfort zone for that exact reason – you learn more, you see more, you become more of who you really are, finding yourself – that sounds like a really incredible trip! One of my favourite moments stems from getting outside my comfort zone – falling in love with a man from the US that I had met online (I am from Australia)!
Almost a year into our relationship (and we had met in person by then), I decided that I would surprise him when he returned to the USA from a deployment in Iraq. I knew where he would be and with the help of some of his friends (who I had never met in person), we put the plan into action. The day he flew in, I rang him to tell him I missed him and couldn’t wait until he got home so we could speak on Skype, all the while, hiding in the terminal as he walked in and headed to his friends. Whilst they distracted (and filmed him), I walked up and took his hand – he stared at me and took a few seconds to realise what was going on, but his reaction was beautiful! The rest of the day, the rest of the trip, the enormous smile could not be wiped from his face and he just kept grabbing me and saying “You’re here, you’re actually here!”. That is one of my favourite moments, I will never forget his face.
Wow, there’s so many. I will go with those weekdays and weekends that me and some of my best friends in college would be up late at night hanging out and studying sometimes. We would go to the IHOP on 2nd street in Edmond, hang out and talk, meet new people and drink coffee and goof about different things. Other awesome moments in my life involve speaking / preaching for the first time at a huge youth conference and hanging out with family during those awesome fish fry events.
I would have to say that my best memories are of our family vacations when we are all together and have a blast! We all have similar interests so we have fun exploring.One of them was in Costa Rica. We found an amazing surfing beach. We all surfed and ate pizza baked in a outdoor Tiki hut!
Great page Justin!
I love the new layout and the idea, my current “moment” is that my grandson has been taking those standardized tests all week (the ones that measure whether the children are being taught all the right stuff), anyway, he was very stressed about the tests, but now that they’re over, he said “it was easy” so now he can relax.
I have so, so many favorite moments, but some of the best that come to mind right now are the night when I decided to accept Jesus Christ as my Savior and Lord…….the journey has been both ecstatic and painful but totally incredible and worthwhile; graduating from McGill University’s M.Ed. program with straight A’s after being away from formal studies for 2 years prior; listening to jazz music outdoors on cool summer nights in Montreal…..awesome!; my engagement night…….my then boyfriend, (now husband) and I were taking a walk on the beach one moonlit night and as we were walking, I looked down in the sand and there was a yellow rose with a diamond ring resting in the middle and that was when he proposed to me…….the rest is history (smile); spending time alone with my husband of 20 years, and with my husband and kids as a family……treasuring each moment!; curling up on the couch to read a good book and enjoy a steaming hot cup of tea…..divine!, …..that’s a snippet of my favorite life moments………great sharing concept Justin!
My special moment – was when I was after 3 months of sickness and numerous doctor visits plus all penicillin injections (that really saved my life) – cried with the doctor told I had appendix – all that pain for 3 months. Made a post about it.
One of the happiness moments in my life.
My spouse and I move A LOT. I’m finding that I’m having a hard time remembering all of our moments, trips and places. Its scary how you think you’ll never forget, but you do! Geesh. Great idea for a blog and who doesn’t like to share their moments?! Recent fab moment? Finding a bier garten nestled in the woods that we never knew was there but have passed by a gazillion times! BTW thanks for checking out my blog 🙂
I have three…..each taking place on the days that my precious grandchildren were born; Joshua, Kaylee, Eric. I was lucky to be in the room when Joshua was born, the miracle of seeing his birth, the first grandchild, for me was more awesome than actually giving birth to his dad and his Auntie Nikki. They wouldn’t let an extra grandma in for Kaylee’s birth and Eric was an emergency C-Section. Each birth brought an immediate contact with each baby and as I held them, only minutes old, I was in awe and amazement that a little piece of me was going carve it’s way into the future through my grandchildren.
My favourite thing to do was give and receive hugs with my mom. One time when I visited we discussed how the experts say you should get 7 hugs a day to be a whole person. I made a little colourful and artsy sign and put it on my mom’s frig. “hug Heather 7 times a day”. She never took it down. After she passed away I took it and put it on my own frig. That is a fav moment. Soft comforting hugs from my mom.
The first time my girlfriend told me that she was in love with me. Without a doubt, she meant it. No other woman ever really cared about me like that, so after 7 and a half years of courtship I married her.
We recently celebrated our 13th year of marriage. A total of 20.5 years together. Lots of good moments in that timeframe!
I’ve had a lot of great moments with my friends and family. The best ones make you laugh so hard you cry.
I also love writing, and i’ve had a lot of great fictional moments with my book characters. Yes. Fictional characters. 🙂 Not to be all antisocial… 🙂
I think, in general, life is just great! 😀
When I had gotten paralyzed and was getting sicker following the “doctor’s orders” and decided to trust my gut, maneuvered outside to my horses, getting on and allowing their movements to reawaken my body. Gave up all of my thoughts of how one is supposed to ride, allowed the horses to re-teach, heal me body, mind and spirit. Amazed at how far I have come and in total awe of the new understanding I have in listening to my insides!
Great post idea!
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Well what a lovely idea. Reading the above has brought several tears to my eyes. I , like lots of people have many special moments but two stand out. One, waking up after brain surgery and finding I could still speak, see and feel things. Two was bringing my horse home, I’d waited 27 years to have my own horse on my own land. There is in fact a third and that’s with me all the time, how very fortunate I am and the realisation that everything happens for a reason. x
Great concept for a website and thank you for involving us all! Here’s one of my “moments” : stumbling across a procession of fabulously attired academics on their way to confer degrees – twice in ancient cities, 23 years apart – which triggered many precious memories.
Looking forward to sharing everyone else’s moments – have just “followed”!
Mine was a mixture of tragedy (though not really) and a feeling of rediscovering something beautiful which, somehow, in our fast-paced life, we lost our grasp. It was years back, before I graduated from college and a really destructive typhoon hit our town. Our house was completely destroyed and I was ony able to save my books (oh my beloved books!). The following evening, my parents, siblings and I had nowhere to stay, but we stayed where our house used to be, making a tent and a campfire. There were no electricity and the only sound we can hear are the crickets. Then my parents, who used to sing us songs when we were young, started to whistle. Not long after, we found ourselves singing by the fire, bantering, laughing, quizzing and engaging in a real conversation that’s far from our normally hasty conversations. It was a peaceful, happy night for me and I thought, ‘typhoons can destroy a house, but it strengthens a home’. =D
The hardest moment is when my Dad passed away couple years ago. When he passed away, I couldn’t even cry anymore, it seems that I have already dried my tears stock. We were so close, he always trust to me, even when nobody trust me.
But one thing for sure, I know I can make it. A little hope remain in my heart–helps me to survive in every single day. To know that I still can stand by my own until today are the greatest moment. Somehow it shows me that I can do things that I doubt and fear of.
Pipiyo you are so strong and I am sure your Dad would be so proud of you, that you can keep going through every day, one step at a time and stand strong despite your heartbreaking loss. You are incredible, remember that!
Thank you for visiting my site and thereby helping me find yours! What a clever idea to involve your readers in responding to a prompt! I enjoyed reading what your followers had to say. My favorite life moment is this one – – – the one I’m experiencing! Life is all about making the most of it. Now! Oh sure, I have beautiful memories, but that’s not the space where I live. I’m thankful for each breath I am granted.
One unforgettable moment was taking our oldest child to college, leaving him in his dorm room, and realizing that we would all survive crucial step toward independence. He begins senior year this September and, while parenting never ends, it changes.
I fell in love once. It was one weekend, in Turks & Caicos. I went for a conference and met the most amazing man. We spent hours and hours together – no full hour apart for the entire time – and then we went our separate ways to our separate lives and to our separate countries. The moment I remember most was when the music priped all around on the hotel grounds played an old song that no one would think twice about – but he noticed. He had never heard it before. (He didn’t grow up in an English speaking country) And so he asked about it and I taught him the words to Sweet Caroline. Every time i hear it now I think of that moment.
Good news… we will meet again. This year it will happen. We’ve booked our flights to Paris and I’m terribly excited! And terrified. What if this moment fails to measure up to the last?
I grew up in a little town in the Midwest and at 20 decided to visit the West. I thought the drive alone was the best thing I’d ever seen… so many different places, people, mountains, red rocks, skinny cows, cactus, Palm trees!!! When finally reaching California, I stayed with friends and planned a trip to do the Hollywood tourist thing, but I got lost driving and the next thing you know, I’m driving up and over a hill and there it was. The ocean. The strangest and most amazing thing I’d ever seen in all my sheltered twenty years of life. Of course, since then, I’ve seen much prettier parts of the ocean, flown over it, ridden on it, cruised for hours beside it, but on that day, in that moment I realized how small I was, how little I’d even imagined and wondered, what else in this now giant world I lived in I had yet to see.
3 years ago, separately, 2 of my 9th grade female students came to my office. With both of them I sensed something hidden. There was a sadness and a heaviness to them that shouldn’t have been there with 2 such kind, intelligent, thoughtful girls… but there was. And so I began my work with them and over time, the truths of the sexual abuse they’d experienced from family members came out. Both of them humbled me beyond anything I’d known. There willingness to trust, to speak openly, to face their demons… to heal.
3 years later, during their junior years, I asked them both separately if they’d be interested in meeting one of their classmates who had experienced similar abuse… and with smiles on their faces, they both agreed. Which brings me to my moment.
There I was, with these two profoundly courageous, smart, funny young ladies, listening to them share their stories with each other… stirring tears in the other not because of the sadness, but because of the relief they were feeling at that moment that someone just like them, understands. There they were, connecting to someone in a way they’d never known, and feeling unafraid of what had happened to them. One looking at the other and asking “who was it with you?”… “my Dad she says”… and then the other looking back and asking “what about you?”… “my brother she says.” And than watching the both of them laugh at the raw and brave honesty they both just shared.
It was one of my proudest moments as a counselor… it was a moment that will stay with me forever… and it’s one of those moments that keeps me trying everyday to truly see the young people in my life.
I have so many memories that it’s hard to share them all here. I was born and raised on a farm, so there were a lot of chores that all nine children did that taught us the value of doing your best at all times. Animals cannot wait for food and water until you feel you are ready to give them what need. Crops will not wait until you are ready to reap them. There is always a time when you have to step up and take responsibility for the success or failure of a farm. The same can be said for other areas of life. Do you step up or do you blame others for your own shortcomings? Thank you this site. It brings home what people should be thinking about.
When I think of favorite moments – they all revolve around family – immediate to extended. Reunions, graduations, marriages, sadly divorces, vacations, arguments, misunderstandings, event collaborations, surprises but most of all a common ground – Mom and Dad. Now older and not as healthy they continue to rally the troops to keep the now group of 32 of us, together – They never quit thinking of their children, grandchildren ~ their family.
This past year we all went to Disney World – 32 of us from 84 to 1 – New Year’s Eve many of us gathered on the deck to watch the fireworks to bring in the new year. Everyone was hugging, kissing, laughing as the new year arrived. But we all went to Mom and Dad, each of us giving them our love and thanks for all they do for each of us. My turn came and Dad whispered in my ear – “Thank you for making my new year’s wonderful – I am not sure how many I have left.
Everyday – I wish that parents, children, grandchildren all realize the power of family, good role models, love and the positive lessons they provide
One of my favorite moments was when I was in Alaska years ago, working out of a helicopter doing mineral exploration. We had just dropped off a field assistant that I hired for the season, a guy from Japan who just had this incredible enthusiasm for Alaska. He reminded me of my first few weeks there, when I was a wide-eyed greenhorn.
I think he prepared me for the moment I had that same day. I was navigating with a map, and, as so often happens to me, I became air sick. I pretended that I had found “the spot” and asked the pilot to let me down and pick me up in an hour or two. We dropped out of the sky and in a few minutes I was listening to the noise of the chopper fade away as I looked around at the high tundra, mountains all around. I just dropped to my belly, letting the nausea leak out of my body. Then I felt this incredible love for planet Earth seep into me, and specifically the Alaska wilderness. I was hugging the planet, and it felt so good. I remembered what the Japanese guy had said the night before at dinner and laughed. He said “I wov Awaska”.
This week we are spending time at Hampton Beach in New Hampshire. The ocean is my favorite part of the trip. I just love to walk along the beach, feel the cold water swish over my feet as I get my morning walk in, and collect the rocks along the way that entice me to pick them up. As I drop them into my pocket, the load gets heavier and heavier and I intend to pass them by but cannot resist adding just one more heart shaped one, one more silver flecked one, and one more black one with a white cross in it. Soon my load becomes too heavy and I must return to my room to sort out my treasures. I wash New England clam chowder. The rocks and place them on a paper plate to dry. The next day I intend to ignore the stones, but end up doing it all over again.
I also love every kind of seafood there is…lobster being my favorite, scallops next, full belly clams, etc. I also love clam chowder. All so yummy!
And then there is the shopping…outlets in Maine, tax free bargains in NH, the book store…plenty to keep one occupied.
Best of all, a whole lot of my children and grandchildren are here. We each have a condo in the same place, so we can visit each other, have some of our meals together, and gather on the beach together to talk, laugh, relax and have the best time ever.
Favorite moment: When my son was born 30 years ago. Well, when my daughter was born. Or maybe first grandchild. Or second. Or third. Then two step grandchildren added. Whoa. I have had a lot of special moments. I think the best one was when I woke up after open heart surgery in 2006. Whew.
My favorite moment happened to me recently. After 4 years, I saw my family in person. I was most happy when I saw my youngest brother. It felt good to be around family. Now I’m apart again. Hopefully I will meet them soon.
I think my favorite moment was when my friends and family threw me a surprise birthday party a few years ago. It was amazing to know that so many people cared about me. Still brings a smile to my face 🙂
out of all the good things that happened to me, the moment i knew Jesus is the best thing that ever happened in my life. last October 12, 2010, my friend shared to me the good news, specifically the bible verse: Romans 6:23. that time, i didn’t know what happened, haha. then some time from there, God made me realized that it has been just the start of what we called LIFE 🙂 apart from God, we are nothing. 🙂 God bless you bloggers! 🙂
Gosh, where should I start? Maybe when I first realised my love of writing? Or when I swam with a sea turtle in the sea in Hawaii? Or when I finally got up the courage to shine after I got insulted by a friend? I guess my favourite moment is an eternal moment : the now, blogging with other bloggers or eating chocolate cheerios or hurriedly counting my small change in line to buy a good book, trying not to make anybody wait to read.
The blog entry can be like a diary entry for you. This week I renewed my gratitude diary entries and injected some more positivity into humdrum days. Record your happy moments. It magnifies the enjoyment. Go well.
Cruising as a family when my sons were little and seeing them see and experience new things and people. One of them is gone now and the other lives away but the photos always make me smile.
I did a solo trip to Athens a number of years ago spending a few days mooching around the archeological sites such as the Parthenon. Then taking a local bus to Agios Konstatinos where I took a ferry to the small idyllic island of Alonossis. Six miles long and three miles long of paradise, turquoise sea, great food, friendly gentle people. What wonderful memories! Alone but never lonely. A time of reflection and peace.
Everyday has such enormous potential. From the births of my children, to this Sunday sitting at the PC having a quiet cup O’ coffee. The days I have the opportunity to roll out my mat and take a class and then there are the days I am privileged to teach. I have gotten to a place in my life where I try to life each moment with gratitude. I have to remind myself sometimes, but it really is true, each moment has enormous potential.
Namaste!
Love this blog BTW 🙂
The day I met my future husband. With one look I knew I would marry him someday and a year and a half letter I did. It was at that moment that after all the years of my mother telling me that love at first site really did exist that I finally believed her 😉
I am very fortunate to have many happy memories, but I do have a couple of favorites. I keep them on reserve for sad days, they seem to always make me smile.
I went to India with my dad during my spring break last year (2012) and it was March 17th. There are probably only a select few individuals that recognize that day immediately. Those individuals are slightly pale, freckly, have reddish hair, more or less over weight, completely hilarious, and always found with alcohol in their system. Oh and their Irish!… Well, it would not be a stretch to call me and my father that!
We geared up in India that day with our green shirts, neon light up necklaces, green shorts, and even green socks. The hotel we were staying at was close to a palace, in fact it was called the Leela Palace, was gorgeous, not a single thing out of place! We come down the elevators with WIDE grins and not even the slightest bit of doubt what day it was. However, when we walked into the lobby, there were no streamers, no green signs, no Irish breakfast dishes, or Irish greetings! I MEAN, REALLY!!! lol…
We were the only ones that knew, how special that day was! So, we took it upon ourselves-as good Irish individuals and dressed the part-to educate the Indians what day it was. We told people on the streets, taxi drivers, hotel guest, hotel employees, really anyone with ears in our radius! We would just point to people, and in India that’s a lot of people! And say, “Do you know what day it is?…Its St. Patrick’s day! HAVE A BEER!! WEAR GREEN be Irish for a day!”.. I mean we are just not the settle type, more obnoxious.
I know this is a had to be there story, but it was like we were the only two Irish people in India that day. One of the best days ever and it was when we looked like idiots!!
Well past my use by date, I have been fortunate to have had many memorable moments. My comment is to over come unwarranted fear and get out of our comfort zone is the best way to grow. Our life is made of moments and now is the moment, the past is history tomorow is a mystery the most important person is the person with you now, the most important thing is what you are doing now and the most important moment is now.
My favorite recent moment is when… My eldest said I Do this past June. Watching her marry her beloved was an amazing thrill, in that she wept while saying her vows, and she is a no-angst girl! The whole day was a blast, coming a very close second to when that same young lady stirred in hospital after suffering a migraine with aura. She scared the crud out of her dad and me; no, it wasn’t a stroke. That was three years ago, she didn’t even know her husband. Funny how life and not quite death but sure gussied up to appear that way blends after time…
I am a retired teacher. After 25 years of classroom experience I moved on to become a Time to Teach Associate Trainer. However, I have a very special memory… in fact, it is my favorite teaching memory. It is the LIGHT BULB moment of a student I had in 3rd grade. His name was/is Zachory.
I was teaching symmetry. There is a very exciting moment when a student applies the concept to real life. I will never forget when he said… “Look Ms. Z, My face is symmetrical!” Mind you, he was holding his hand in front of his face straight down the center….forehead to chin. I smile every time I think of that moment.
Travel is the best education. I have happy moments every time I land in a different country. Every place has something new for the senses.When I went on the Eurostar from the UK to Paris is was an adventure as it was something that I hadn`t done before. Although it rained all day it was a very interesting day.We travelled around all the back streets and visited as many places as possible.It had a much different vibe than London or any big city that I have visited. It is my ambition to stay longer next time.
Every moment matters in my life and every moment is a favourite, some more so than others! Life’s for enjoying and I intend to enjoy it to the max and hope all those who grace this planet will do too! My favourite moment at the moment is when my fox stares at me with such intensity it sends electric bolts down my spine before a slow smile slowly creeps along my face despite how badly I try and keep it in check!!
I retired 10 years ago and don`t regret anything. i have had plenty of time to do the things i wanted to do previously. I always think that you should do something every day to make your life richer. I have written more blogs and taken more photo`s than ever but have a great interest in most things that I had to make a webpage. The days certainly get filled now.
If I had to go back to work; it would be “kick’n and screaming” with my cold fingers digging furrows as deep as the Grand Canyon.
My favorite moment is NOW!! Life is good!
Gooddae!!
It was the worst moment in my life, but so far it has mattered the most. A writer was awakened in me and an artist was awakened in my sister after our mom died eleven years ago. We adored her and she adored us. She charged us full of confidence, prayers, and joy. We had depended on her. When she died, we fell apart. But, we pieced it all together to come back even stronger. We had learned that relying on an individual to complete one’s universe is a risky, limited engagement. When we fell apart, we saw her life’s example most clearly. She had never placed a person in the center. She had placed there a Divine Mind; a very loving God. This had been the source of her strength. As soon as we followed her example, we began to heal. Since placing this infinite presence in our center, every moment is charged with a limitless source of creativity and inspiration. We wish our mom were still here, but we know she approves. 😉
I have a favorite memory of my brother who passed away in a mountain climbing accident when I was 25 and he was only 27 years old. He was living in Alaska and came home to visit at Xmas. My mom just had surgery due to lung cancer ( she is alive and going at 76 yrs!) and I felt like my world was falling apart. My car was not working right and he fixed it for me. Something in my world was working! Sadly, 2 1/2 months later he died. That act of kindness is how I like to remember him.
Watching the sunrise after an all-nighter on the Centennial, party party party with my friends. I was all of 16, felt very strong, and life spread out before my feet. I had a very strong feeling of the possibilities. This was at dawn on July 5th, 1976, in my hometown, Baltimore, MD. Years later I watched another sunrise from Pamplona after an all-nighter. Although I ran with the bulls and had a fantastic time dancing in the streets the night before, I felt sad for the bulls. Watching the sunrise after being up all night is one of my favorite things, though I no longer party much, and so I sleep a little before sunrise these days, and I’m often too busy photographing to stop and think. This makes me want to leave my camera once in awhile at sunrise.
When I, an American Southerner from the Deep South state of Alabama with a keen interest in the Civil War, finally realized my dream of visiting Gettysburg, Pennsylvania.This was the site of a bloody 3-day battle where my ancestors fought and died, one of the pivotal battles in the war.. a turning point in the conflict, historians say. Oh, how I hated to leave that place and return home!
It was 9/11 when my moment came, my most profound moment, and my moment lasted several hours. I know that that day for the first time, I knew the meaning of the word surreal. I was working at the hospital in the Crisis Intervention office, and we saw 2 planes go into the buildings. Surreal, like a movie, but this was life.
I had to leave the office to go to the emergency department to see a patient. In the hall ways and elevators, I experienced a psychology of humanity. Strangers in a hall, or in an elevator.
Some people felt that they had to chatter; talking about inconsequential things like a complement about a skirt, or the pictures on the wall. Human contact, with a stranger, but a live stranger who was here right now. The conversation must have eased their tension. Others said nothing, their eyes cast to the floor, deep in thought or worry. Maybe they knew someone who was at one of the 3 places where planes had crashed into horror, or maybe they just weren’t able to break thru their thoughts to notice those around them. Two very different reactions, both in a setting of understanding what surreal truly means.
All the thousands of quiet moments I have shared with my first ever girlfriend. We always saw each other first, even in a crowded room…I used to melt whenever I was around her and would spend hours and hours trying to find a way to show her I love you.
I’d love to say that I had concrete plans for life. A set in stone direction with a check list of to do’s and achievements. Forty five years in and I’m wandering, wondering, aimlessly directed. There are moments that I’ve said the right, (sometimes I’ve managed this at the right time). When I’ve visibly, noticeably made a difference to a person(s). I’m a pleaser, an organiser, an involver of others and when I share with others I feel at my best. Yet at times my moments are moments alone. Considering reason and maybe why not.
My greatest moment(s)? I can think of a few. Thinking of them, fond memories forming daydreams; yes my daydreams must feature amongst my most glorious moments. Daydreams more than night real sleep dreams when I construct a world that works for us all. Where we all love and develop in abundance. But not in strange futuristic lycra one piece suits. When I say the right thing(s) – what makes my words right? If I can write something that touches someone. If I can do something that makes something better for someone and I may never know. If I can do my best and know, within me in my own recognition that I do good. These are my moments. There have been many and as I try to retrieve them to recall a short story they fast forward in glimpses. My moments are many and there are many yet to come.
I thank you for opening this dialogue with so many. That you have brought so many together to share their moments, this has to be recognised as one of your finest moments. May this grow longer and may your moment never pass 🙂
I think we all go through this self assessment stage at various stages of our life. Unfortunately i am a bit too old to change much but we do mellow with age and experience. i try to live life doing the best for people that i meet and not get too involved with things I cant change.when your over 70 you tend to get a bit paranoid when you see your grand-kids do some things that you probably did yourself, but hope they don`t hurt themselves. Advice is not always taken very well by younger people as they probably feel bullet proof as i did at that age. If I had have listened to some advice given by older family members then i probably wouldn`t have made so many mistakes in life, but then I wouldn`t have had the experiences to draw on now.
What a wonderful way to push your own boundaries – Hong Kong is a great place to make that happen! My moment? There are too many to count. Joining the military and serving my country (in my thirties) was definitely beyond my comfort zone; but also enlightened my frame of reference. Motherhood. Touring as a musician. Owning and managing my own company. Dancing for a ballet company. I’ve been blessed with really cool opportunities to push myself into moments that are far beyond my own comfort levels. Great work! B.
I traveled to Hong Kong over New Years Eve. It was an awesome experience. We snuck into a black and white club on the harbor with the skyline in the background. And talking about independence, I spent a month alone in Beijing this summer. I have never felt so independent and in control. I highly recommend doing something like that to anyone at any age
I have never really traveled alone except when I had to for work. But it is on my to-do list for sure. Moving to Canada 12 years ago and now back to Germany has really pushed my comfort zone and limits.
I think my favourite life moment so far was feeling my son on my chest after a natural birth of about 6 hours, where I felt greatly support by my lovely husband and a doula. For some reason I didn’t open my eyes to look at him (a small twinge of regret there), however, feeling this little human being was amazing. And talk about pushing your comfort zone about becoming a mum.
I am looking forward to reading more here.
Moment Matters 
I have always tried to live pushing myself out of my comfort zone for that exact reason – you learn more, you see more, you become more of who you really are, finding yourself – that sounds like a really incredible trip! One of my favourite moments stems from getting outside my comfort zone – falling in love with a man from the US that I had met online (I am from Australia)!
Almost a year into our relationship (and we had met in person by then), I decided that I would surprise him when he returned to the USA from a deployment in Iraq. I knew where he would be and with the help of some of his friends (who I had never met in person), we put the plan into action. The day he flew in, I rang him to tell him I missed him and couldn’t wait until he got home so we could speak on Skype, all the while, hiding in the terminal as he walked in and headed to his friends. Whilst they distracted (and filmed him), I walked up and took his hand – he stared at me and took a few seconds to realise what was going on, but his reaction was beautiful! The rest of the day, the rest of the trip, the enormous smile could not be wiped from his face and he just kept grabbing me and saying “You’re here, you’re actually here!”. That is one of my favourite moments, I will never forget his face.
Wow, there’s so many. I will go with those weekdays and weekends that me and some of my best friends in college would be up late at night hanging out and studying sometimes. We would go to the IHOP on 2nd street in Edmond, hang out and talk, meet new people and drink coffee and goof about different things. Other awesome moments in my life involve speaking / preaching for the first time at a huge youth conference and hanging out with family during those awesome fish fry events.
I would have to say that my best memories are of our family vacations when we are all together and have a blast! We all have similar interests so we have fun exploring.One of them was in Costa Rica. We found an amazing surfing beach. We all surfed and ate pizza baked in a outdoor Tiki hut!
Great page Justin!
I love the new layout and the idea, my current “moment” is that my grandson has been taking those standardized tests all week (the ones that measure whether the children are being taught all the right stuff), anyway, he was very stressed about the tests, but now that they’re over, he said “it was easy” so now he can relax.
I have so, so many favorite moments, but some of the best that come to mind right now are the night when I decided to accept Jesus Christ as my Savior and Lord…….the journey has been both ecstatic and painful but totally incredible and worthwhile; graduating from McGill University’s M.Ed. program with straight A’s after being away from formal studies for 2 years prior; listening to jazz music outdoors on cool summer nights in Montreal…..awesome!; my engagement night…….my then boyfriend, (now husband) and I were taking a walk on the beach one moonlit night and as we were walking, I looked down in the sand and there was a yellow rose with a diamond ring resting in the middle and that was when he proposed to me…….the rest is history (smile); spending time alone with my husband of 20 years, and with my husband and kids as a family……treasuring each moment!; curling up on the couch to read a good book and enjoy a steaming hot cup of tea…..divine!, …..that’s a snippet of my favorite life moments………great sharing concept Justin!
My special moment – was when I was after 3 months of sickness and numerous doctor visits plus all penicillin injections (that really saved my life) – cried with the doctor told I had appendix – all that pain for 3 months. Made a post about it.
One of the happiness moments in my life.
My spouse and I move A LOT. I’m finding that I’m having a hard time remembering all of our moments, trips and places. Its scary how you think you’ll never forget, but you do! Geesh. Great idea for a blog and who doesn’t like to share their moments?! Recent fab moment? Finding a bier garten nestled in the woods that we never knew was there but have passed by a gazillion times! BTW thanks for checking out my blog 🙂
I have three…..each taking place on the days that my precious grandchildren were born; Joshua, Kaylee, Eric. I was lucky to be in the room when Joshua was born, the miracle of seeing his birth, the first grandchild, for me was more awesome than actually giving birth to his dad and his Auntie Nikki. They wouldn’t let an extra grandma in for Kaylee’s birth and Eric was an emergency C-Section. Each birth brought an immediate contact with each baby and as I held them, only minutes old, I was in awe and amazement that a little piece of me was going carve it’s way into the future through my grandchildren.
My favourite thing to do was give and receive hugs with my mom. One time when I visited we discussed how the experts say you should get 7 hugs a day to be a whole person. I made a little colourful and artsy sign and put it on my mom’s frig. “hug Heather 7 times a day”. She never took it down. After she passed away I took it and put it on my own frig. That is a fav moment. Soft comforting hugs from my mom.
The first time my girlfriend told me that she was in love with me. Without a doubt, she meant it. No other woman ever really cared about me like that, so after 7 and a half years of courtship I married her.
We recently celebrated our 13th year of marriage. A total of 20.5 years together. Lots of good moments in that timeframe!
I’ve had a lot of great moments with my friends and family. The best ones make you laugh so hard you cry.
I also love writing, and i’ve had a lot of great fictional moments with my book characters. Yes. Fictional characters. 🙂 Not to be all antisocial… 🙂
I think, in general, life is just great! 😀
When I had gotten paralyzed and was getting sicker following the “doctor’s orders” and decided to trust my gut, maneuvered outside to my horses, getting on and allowing their movements to reawaken my body. Gave up all of my thoughts of how one is supposed to ride, allowed the horses to re-teach, heal me body, mind and spirit. Amazed at how far I have come and in total awe of the new understanding I have in listening to my insides!
Great post idea!
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Well what a lovely idea. Reading the above has brought several tears to my eyes. I , like lots of people have many special moments but two stand out. One, waking up after brain surgery and finding I could still speak, see and feel things. Two was bringing my horse home, I’d waited 27 years to have my own horse on my own land. There is in fact a third and that’s with me all the time, how very fortunate I am and the realisation that everything happens for a reason. x
Great concept for a website and thank you for involving us all! Here’s one of my “moments” : stumbling across a procession of fabulously attired academics on their way to confer degrees – twice in ancient cities, 23 years apart – which triggered many precious memories.
Looking forward to sharing everyone else’s moments – have just “followed”!
Mine was a mixture of tragedy (though not really) and a feeling of rediscovering something beautiful which, somehow, in our fast-paced life, we lost our grasp. It was years back, before I graduated from college and a really destructive typhoon hit our town. Our house was completely destroyed and I was ony able to save my books (oh my beloved books!). The following evening, my parents, siblings and I had nowhere to stay, but we stayed where our house used to be, making a tent and a campfire. There were no electricity and the only sound we can hear are the crickets. Then my parents, who used to sing us songs when we were young, started to whistle. Not long after, we found ourselves singing by the fire, bantering, laughing, quizzing and engaging in a real conversation that’s far from our normally hasty conversations. It was a peaceful, happy night for me and I thought, ‘typhoons can destroy a house, but it strengthens a home’. =D
The hardest moment is when my Dad passed away couple years ago. When he passed away, I couldn’t even cry anymore, it seems that I have already dried my tears stock. We were so close, he always trust to me, even when nobody trust me.
But one thing for sure, I know I can make it. A little hope remain in my heart–helps me to survive in every single day. To know that I still can stand by my own until today are the greatest moment. Somehow it shows me that I can do things that I doubt and fear of.
Pipiyo you are so strong and I am sure your Dad would be so proud of you, that you can keep going through every day, one step at a time and stand strong despite your heartbreaking loss. You are incredible, remember that!
When my new born daughter was put in my arms. I have sons too but this was different.
Ps: thanks for visiting my blog and liking my post.
Thank you for visiting my site and thereby helping me find yours! What a clever idea to involve your readers in responding to a prompt! I enjoyed reading what your followers had to say. My favorite life moment is this one – – – the one I’m experiencing! Life is all about making the most of it. Now! Oh sure, I have beautiful memories, but that’s not the space where I live. I’m thankful for each breath I am granted.
One unforgettable moment was taking our oldest child to college, leaving him in his dorm room, and realizing that we would all survive crucial step toward independence. He begins senior year this September and, while parenting never ends, it changes.
I fell in love once. It was one weekend, in Turks & Caicos. I went for a conference and met the most amazing man. We spent hours and hours together – no full hour apart for the entire time – and then we went our separate ways to our separate lives and to our separate countries. The moment I remember most was when the music priped all around on the hotel grounds played an old song that no one would think twice about – but he noticed. He had never heard it before. (He didn’t grow up in an English speaking country) And so he asked about it and I taught him the words to Sweet Caroline. Every time i hear it now I think of that moment.
Good news… we will meet again. This year it will happen. We’ve booked our flights to Paris and I’m terribly excited! And terrified. What if this moment fails to measure up to the last?
I grew up in a little town in the Midwest and at 20 decided to visit the West. I thought the drive alone was the best thing I’d ever seen… so many different places, people, mountains, red rocks, skinny cows, cactus, Palm trees!!! When finally reaching California, I stayed with friends and planned a trip to do the Hollywood tourist thing, but I got lost driving and the next thing you know, I’m driving up and over a hill and there it was. The ocean. The strangest and most amazing thing I’d ever seen in all my sheltered twenty years of life. Of course, since then, I’ve seen much prettier parts of the ocean, flown over it, ridden on it, cruised for hours beside it, but on that day, in that moment I realized how small I was, how little I’d even imagined and wondered, what else in this now giant world I lived in I had yet to see.
3 years ago, separately, 2 of my 9th grade female students came to my office. With both of them I sensed something hidden. There was a sadness and a heaviness to them that shouldn’t have been there with 2 such kind, intelligent, thoughtful girls… but there was. And so I began my work with them and over time, the truths of the sexual abuse they’d experienced from family members came out. Both of them humbled me beyond anything I’d known. There willingness to trust, to speak openly, to face their demons… to heal.
3 years later, during their junior years, I asked them both separately if they’d be interested in meeting one of their classmates who had experienced similar abuse… and with smiles on their faces, they both agreed. Which brings me to my moment.
There I was, with these two profoundly courageous, smart, funny young ladies, listening to them share their stories with each other… stirring tears in the other not because of the sadness, but because of the relief they were feeling at that moment that someone just like them, understands. There they were, connecting to someone in a way they’d never known, and feeling unafraid of what had happened to them. One looking at the other and asking “who was it with you?”… “my Dad she says”… and then the other looking back and asking “what about you?”… “my brother she says.” And than watching the both of them laugh at the raw and brave honesty they both just shared.
It was one of my proudest moments as a counselor… it was a moment that will stay with me forever… and it’s one of those moments that keeps me trying everyday to truly see the young people in my life.
Wow!
I have so many memories that it’s hard to share them all here. I was born and raised on a farm, so there were a lot of chores that all nine children did that taught us the value of doing your best at all times. Animals cannot wait for food and water until you feel you are ready to give them what need. Crops will not wait until you are ready to reap them. There is always a time when you have to step up and take responsibility for the success or failure of a farm. The same can be said for other areas of life. Do you step up or do you blame others for your own shortcomings? Thank you this site. It brings home what people should be thinking about.
So glad I found your comment, it’s just what my daughter needs to hear right now. Thank you
When I think of favorite moments – they all revolve around family – immediate to extended. Reunions, graduations, marriages, sadly divorces, vacations, arguments, misunderstandings, event collaborations, surprises but most of all a common ground – Mom and Dad. Now older and not as healthy they continue to rally the troops to keep the now group of 32 of us, together – They never quit thinking of their children, grandchildren ~ their family.
This past year we all went to Disney World – 32 of us from 84 to 1 – New Year’s Eve many of us gathered on the deck to watch the fireworks to bring in the new year. Everyone was hugging, kissing, laughing as the new year arrived. But we all went to Mom and Dad, each of us giving them our love and thanks for all they do for each of us. My turn came and Dad whispered in my ear – “Thank you for making my new year’s wonderful – I am not sure how many I have left.
Everyday – I wish that parents, children, grandchildren all realize the power of family, good role models, love and the positive lessons they provide
One of my favorite moments was when I was in Alaska years ago, working out of a helicopter doing mineral exploration. We had just dropped off a field assistant that I hired for the season, a guy from Japan who just had this incredible enthusiasm for Alaska. He reminded me of my first few weeks there, when I was a wide-eyed greenhorn.
I think he prepared me for the moment I had that same day. I was navigating with a map, and, as so often happens to me, I became air sick. I pretended that I had found “the spot” and asked the pilot to let me down and pick me up in an hour or two. We dropped out of the sky and in a few minutes I was listening to the noise of the chopper fade away as I looked around at the high tundra, mountains all around. I just dropped to my belly, letting the nausea leak out of my body. Then I felt this incredible love for planet Earth seep into me, and specifically the Alaska wilderness. I was hugging the planet, and it felt so good. I remembered what the Japanese guy had said the night before at dinner and laughed. He said “I wov Awaska”.
My favorite moments are when I saw each of my babies for the first time. Nothing compares to it.
Ah the sea!
This week we are spending time at Hampton Beach in New Hampshire. The ocean is my favorite part of the trip. I just love to walk along the beach, feel the cold water swish over my feet as I get my morning walk in, and collect the rocks along the way that entice me to pick them up. As I drop them into my pocket, the load gets heavier and heavier and I intend to pass them by but cannot resist adding just one more heart shaped one, one more silver flecked one, and one more black one with a white cross in it. Soon my load becomes too heavy and I must return to my room to sort out my treasures. I wash New England clam chowder. The rocks and place them on a paper plate to dry. The next day I intend to ignore the stones, but end up doing it all over again.
I also love every kind of seafood there is…lobster being my favorite, scallops next, full belly clams, etc. I also love clam chowder. All so yummy!
And then there is the shopping…outlets in Maine, tax free bargains in NH, the book store…plenty to keep one occupied.
Best of all, a whole lot of my children and grandchildren are here. We each have a condo in the same place, so we can visit each other, have some of our meals together, and gather on the beach together to talk, laugh, relax and have the best time ever.
And we do this every summer.
Favorite moment: When my son was born 30 years ago. Well, when my daughter was born. Or maybe first grandchild. Or second. Or third. Then two step grandchildren added. Whoa. I have had a lot of special moments. I think the best one was when I woke up after open heart surgery in 2006. Whew.
My favorite moment happened to me recently. After 4 years, I saw my family in person. I was most happy when I saw my youngest brother. It felt good to be around family. Now I’m apart again. Hopefully I will meet them soon.
I think my favorite moment was when my friends and family threw me a surprise birthday party a few years ago. It was amazing to know that so many people cared about me. Still brings a smile to my face 🙂
out of all the good things that happened to me, the moment i knew Jesus is the best thing that ever happened in my life. last October 12, 2010, my friend shared to me the good news, specifically the bible verse: Romans 6:23. that time, i didn’t know what happened, haha. then some time from there, God made me realized that it has been just the start of what we called LIFE 🙂 apart from God, we are nothing. 🙂 God bless you bloggers! 🙂
Gosh, where should I start? Maybe when I first realised my love of writing? Or when I swam with a sea turtle in the sea in Hawaii? Or when I finally got up the courage to shine after I got insulted by a friend? I guess my favourite moment is an eternal moment : the now, blogging with other bloggers or eating chocolate cheerios or hurriedly counting my small change in line to buy a good book, trying not to make anybody wait to read.
My moment, when the girl I was crazy about handed me a note signed ‘secret admirer.’ Neither of us could stop smiling.
My finest moments were spent in the hospital where I worked as a Ulrsonagrapher !
The blog entry can be like a diary entry for you. This week I renewed my gratitude diary entries and injected some more positivity into humdrum days. Record your happy moments. It magnifies the enjoyment. Go well.
Cruising as a family when my sons were little and seeing them see and experience new things and people. One of them is gone now and the other lives away but the photos always make me smile.
I did a solo trip to Athens a number of years ago spending a few days mooching around the archeological sites such as the Parthenon. Then taking a local bus to Agios Konstatinos where I took a ferry to the small idyllic island of Alonossis. Six miles long and three miles long of paradise, turquoise sea, great food, friendly gentle people. What wonderful memories! Alone but never lonely. A time of reflection and peace.
Adopting a baby.
Everyday has such enormous potential. From the births of my children, to this Sunday sitting at the PC having a quiet cup O’ coffee. The days I have the opportunity to roll out my mat and take a class and then there are the days I am privileged to teach. I have gotten to a place in my life where I try to life each moment with gratitude. I have to remind myself sometimes, but it really is true, each moment has enormous potential.
Namaste!
Love this blog BTW 🙂
The day I met my future husband. With one look I knew I would marry him someday and a year and a half letter I did. It was at that moment that after all the years of my mother telling me that love at first site really did exist that I finally believed her 😉
I am very fortunate to have many happy memories, but I do have a couple of favorites. I keep them on reserve for sad days, they seem to always make me smile.
I went to India with my dad during my spring break last year (2012) and it was March 17th. There are probably only a select few individuals that recognize that day immediately. Those individuals are slightly pale, freckly, have reddish hair, more or less over weight, completely hilarious, and always found with alcohol in their system. Oh and their Irish!… Well, it would not be a stretch to call me and my father that!
We geared up in India that day with our green shirts, neon light up necklaces, green shorts, and even green socks. The hotel we were staying at was close to a palace, in fact it was called the Leela Palace, was gorgeous, not a single thing out of place! We come down the elevators with WIDE grins and not even the slightest bit of doubt what day it was. However, when we walked into the lobby, there were no streamers, no green signs, no Irish breakfast dishes, or Irish greetings! I MEAN, REALLY!!! lol…
We were the only ones that knew, how special that day was! So, we took it upon ourselves-as good Irish individuals and dressed the part-to educate the Indians what day it was. We told people on the streets, taxi drivers, hotel guest, hotel employees, really anyone with ears in our radius! We would just point to people, and in India that’s a lot of people! And say, “Do you know what day it is?…Its St. Patrick’s day! HAVE A BEER!! WEAR GREEN be Irish for a day!”.. I mean we are just not the settle type, more obnoxious.
I know this is a had to be there story, but it was like we were the only two Irish people in India that day. One of the best days ever and it was when we looked like idiots!!
Well past my use by date, I have been fortunate to have had many memorable moments. My comment is to over come unwarranted fear and get out of our comfort zone is the best way to grow. Our life is made of moments and now is the moment, the past is history tomorow is a mystery the most important person is the person with you now, the most important thing is what you are doing now and the most important moment is now.
My favorite recent moment is when… My eldest said I Do this past June. Watching her marry her beloved was an amazing thrill, in that she wept while saying her vows, and she is a no-angst girl! The whole day was a blast, coming a very close second to when that same young lady stirred in hospital after suffering a migraine with aura. She scared the crud out of her dad and me; no, it wasn’t a stroke. That was three years ago, she didn’t even know her husband. Funny how life and not quite death but sure gussied up to appear that way blends after time…
I am a retired teacher. After 25 years of classroom experience I moved on to become a Time to Teach Associate Trainer. However, I have a very special memory… in fact, it is my favorite teaching memory. It is the LIGHT BULB moment of a student I had in 3rd grade. His name was/is Zachory.
I was teaching symmetry. There is a very exciting moment when a student applies the concept to real life. I will never forget when he said… “Look Ms. Z, My face is symmetrical!” Mind you, he was holding his hand in front of his face straight down the center….forehead to chin. I smile every time I think of that moment.
Travel is the best education. I have happy moments every time I land in a different country. Every place has something new for the senses.When I went on the Eurostar from the UK to Paris is was an adventure as it was something that I hadn`t done before. Although it rained all day it was a very interesting day.We travelled around all the back streets and visited as many places as possible.It had a much different vibe than London or any big city that I have visited. It is my ambition to stay longer next time.
Every moment matters in my life and every moment is a favourite, some more so than others! Life’s for enjoying and I intend to enjoy it to the max and hope all those who grace this planet will do too! My favourite moment at the moment is when my fox stares at me with such intensity it sends electric bolts down my spine before a slow smile slowly creeps along my face despite how badly I try and keep it in check!!
My favorite moment was when I retired and started to live again. Thanks for visiting my blog.
BE ENCOURAGED! BE BLESSED!
I retired 10 years ago and don`t regret anything. i have had plenty of time to do the things i wanted to do previously. I always think that you should do something every day to make your life richer. I have written more blogs and taken more photo`s than ever but have a great interest in most things that I had to make a webpage. The days certainly get filled now.
If I had to go back to work; it would be “kick’n and screaming” with my cold fingers digging furrows as deep as the Grand Canyon.
My favorite moment is NOW!! Life is good!
Gooddae!!
What a creative blog you have! When I received my first salary was my greatest moment in life. hehehe tnx for the like
It was the worst moment in my life, but so far it has mattered the most. A writer was awakened in me and an artist was awakened in my sister after our mom died eleven years ago. We adored her and she adored us. She charged us full of confidence, prayers, and joy. We had depended on her. When she died, we fell apart. But, we pieced it all together to come back even stronger. We had learned that relying on an individual to complete one’s universe is a risky, limited engagement. When we fell apart, we saw her life’s example most clearly. She had never placed a person in the center. She had placed there a Divine Mind; a very loving God. This had been the source of her strength. As soon as we followed her example, we began to heal. Since placing this infinite presence in our center, every moment is charged with a limitless source of creativity and inspiration. We wish our mom were still here, but we know she approves. 😉
I have a favorite memory of my brother who passed away in a mountain climbing accident when I was 25 and he was only 27 years old. He was living in Alaska and came home to visit at Xmas. My mom just had surgery due to lung cancer ( she is alive and going at 76 yrs!) and I felt like my world was falling apart. My car was not working right and he fixed it for me. Something in my world was working! Sadly, 2 1/2 months later he died. That act of kindness is how I like to remember him.
Watching the sunrise after an all-nighter on the Centennial, party party party with my friends. I was all of 16, felt very strong, and life spread out before my feet. I had a very strong feeling of the possibilities. This was at dawn on July 5th, 1976, in my hometown, Baltimore, MD. Years later I watched another sunrise from Pamplona after an all-nighter. Although I ran with the bulls and had a fantastic time dancing in the streets the night before, I felt sad for the bulls. Watching the sunrise after being up all night is one of my favorite things, though I no longer party much, and so I sleep a little before sunrise these days, and I’m often too busy photographing to stop and think. This makes me want to leave my camera once in awhile at sunrise.
When I, an American Southerner from the Deep South state of Alabama with a keen interest in the Civil War, finally realized my dream of visiting Gettysburg, Pennsylvania.This was the site of a bloody 3-day battle where my ancestors fought and died, one of the pivotal battles in the war.. a turning point in the conflict, historians say. Oh, how I hated to leave that place and return home!
It was 9/11 when my moment came, my most profound moment, and my moment lasted several hours. I know that that day for the first time, I knew the meaning of the word surreal. I was working at the hospital in the Crisis Intervention office, and we saw 2 planes go into the buildings. Surreal, like a movie, but this was life.
I had to leave the office to go to the emergency department to see a patient. In the hall ways and elevators, I experienced a psychology of humanity. Strangers in a hall, or in an elevator.
Some people felt that they had to chatter; talking about inconsequential things like a complement about a skirt, or the pictures on the wall. Human contact, with a stranger, but a live stranger who was here right now. The conversation must have eased their tension. Others said nothing, their eyes cast to the floor, deep in thought or worry. Maybe they knew someone who was at one of the 3 places where planes had crashed into horror, or maybe they just weren’t able to break thru their thoughts to notice those around them. Two very different reactions, both in a setting of understanding what surreal truly means.
All the thousands of quiet moments I have shared with my first ever girlfriend. We always saw each other first, even in a crowded room…I used to melt whenever I was around her and would spend hours and hours trying to find a way to show her I love you.
I’d love to say that I had concrete plans for life. A set in stone direction with a check list of to do’s and achievements. Forty five years in and I’m wandering, wondering, aimlessly directed. There are moments that I’ve said the right, (sometimes I’ve managed this at the right time). When I’ve visibly, noticeably made a difference to a person(s). I’m a pleaser, an organiser, an involver of others and when I share with others I feel at my best. Yet at times my moments are moments alone. Considering reason and maybe why not.
My greatest moment(s)? I can think of a few. Thinking of them, fond memories forming daydreams; yes my daydreams must feature amongst my most glorious moments. Daydreams more than night real sleep dreams when I construct a world that works for us all. Where we all love and develop in abundance. But not in strange futuristic lycra one piece suits. When I say the right thing(s) – what makes my words right? If I can write something that touches someone. If I can do something that makes something better for someone and I may never know. If I can do my best and know, within me in my own recognition that I do good. These are my moments. There have been many and as I try to retrieve them to recall a short story they fast forward in glimpses. My moments are many and there are many yet to come.
I thank you for opening this dialogue with so many. That you have brought so many together to share their moments, this has to be recognised as one of your finest moments. May this grow longer and may your moment never pass 🙂
I think we all go through this self assessment stage at various stages of our life. Unfortunately i am a bit too old to change much but we do mellow with age and experience. i try to live life doing the best for people that i meet and not get too involved with things I cant change.when your over 70 you tend to get a bit paranoid when you see your grand-kids do some things that you probably did yourself, but hope they don`t hurt themselves. Advice is not always taken very well by younger people as they probably feel bullet proof as i did at that age. If I had have listened to some advice given by older family members then i probably wouldn`t have made so many mistakes in life, but then I wouldn`t have had the experiences to draw on now.
What a wonderful way to push your own boundaries – Hong Kong is a great place to make that happen! My moment? There are too many to count. Joining the military and serving my country (in my thirties) was definitely beyond my comfort zone; but also enlightened my frame of reference. Motherhood. Touring as a musician. Owning and managing my own company. Dancing for a ballet company. I’ve been blessed with really cool opportunities to push myself into moments that are far beyond my own comfort levels. Great work! B.
I traveled to Hong Kong over New Years Eve. It was an awesome experience. We snuck into a black and white club on the harbor with the skyline in the background. And talking about independence, I spent a month alone in Beijing this summer. I have never felt so independent and in control. I highly recommend doing something like that to anyone at any age
I have never really traveled alone except when I had to for work. But it is on my to-do list for sure. Moving to Canada 12 years ago and now back to Germany has really pushed my comfort zone and limits.
I think my favourite life moment so far was feeling my son on my chest after a natural birth of about 6 hours, where I felt greatly support by my lovely husband and a doula. For some reason I didn’t open my eyes to look at him (a small twinge of regret there), however, feeling this little human being was amazing. And talk about pushing your comfort zone about becoming a mum.
I am looking forward to reading more here.