Almost 30

Today begins my last week of my 29th year of life. Next Tuesday, I will be 30 years old. I was thinking about all of the things that have happened to me over the last 30 years - there sure is a lot of stuff. Some of the events have been really exciting and happy; others have not. I have heard some people say that they wish they didn't have emotions so they wouldn't have to deal with the pain that life throws their way. While I can understand that way of thinking (life can be extremely painful), I choose to think that the good times make up for the pain. Also, without knowing sadness, do we really know what happiness is? Anyway, I was trying to think of my earliest recollection. Adlerian therapists believe this is hugely important and that one's earliest memory says a lot about one's personality. My earliest memory is when I was about 18 months old. My older sister and I had climbed a chest by pulling out the drawers of the chest and getting in each one. When we had gone to the second drawer, the chest had become top heavy and it fell on top of us. The edge of the top of the chest hit me on the forehead and caused quite a gash. My older sister was a little bit shaken up but OK. My memory is of my mom driving me to the hospital. I have a picture in my mind of looking up at her. She laid me down - my bleeding head on her lap - while she drove. I can see the steering wheel and see my mom in my memory. The significance that I place on that event is just that I knew my mom was taking care of me. I was going to be OK. I was scared, but I was going to be OK. It's been about 28.5 years since that happened. I get scared a lot, but I know that somehow, some way things are going to work out.

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