In my last episode of The Enchant Me Podcast (which has on a bit of a hiatus), I told the story of attending my friend, T. Reilly’s, book signing. Now, he’s become a collaborator on a new, yet-to-be-named podcast.
After realizing how similar not only our love for books, music, and film were – really creativity of all kinds – we also realized that our days of growing up during the 80s and 90s were also similar. Growing up in the South Jersey area, spending time in similar areas like Philadelphia and the Jersey Shore, and discovering a curiosity for independent artists were also throughlines for both of us.
Now, we’ve decided to explore those creative beginnings in a new podcast. While we are still in the beginning phases of development – we still don’t have a name! – we’ve decided to share one episode while we work on recording others and getting our act together to get it published and out into the podcast world.
In Episode 1, we explore a fabled and storied place. A place you could spend hours and get lost in its racks and aisles. A place that sadly, no longer exists. Have you made your guess? If you’ve guessed the video store, you’ve guessed correctly.
Revisiting the past can be both a good thing and a bad thing. Reminiscing about the good old days is something we all do, but what if your “good old days” weren’t so good? Are our memories an accurate representation of what really happened, or do they, over time, become the stories that we’ve told ourselves so many times that they’ve become our reality.
That’s the answer I was after when I decided to attend a realtor Open House at the house where I spent my teen years. Decades later, I categorize that time as the most challenging time of my life, so why would I want to go back? What would I find? What could I possibly find that could be considered inspiring?
As it turns out, maybe our memories are a bit faulty.
Stories, the ones we tell each other and the ones we tell ourselves are powerful. Can they be reshaped with a little distance and a little wisdom? Take a listen below to find out.
Luckily, somewhere between 13 and 16, I must have started to turn it around.