Waxing Nostalgic

This song came on my playlist as I was taking my morning walk today. I laughed when I heard it because it reminded me of my summer crush all during junior high named, Eddie Ochoa. Sounds like a food when I think about it. Like artichoke or paella or something.

All of the girls at the pool I swam at used to chase him around the grounds and then dive in the lap pool and then into the diving one as he ran away from them all. I’m not sure what they would have done if they actually caught him, or what he would have done for that matter, but this went on every time he was there.

He was quite cavalier about it; I guess because it was his daily summer routine and he had grown used to all of the attention.

I watched from the sidelines sitting in a chair or on the lawn, in a white t-shirt my mother made me wear because my skin burned like a piece of bacon in the sun. My nose was covered in white zinc oxide and I had a fondness for ice cream sandwiches, which did not help my already yam shaped body. Needless to say, I wasn’t the picture of glamour!

To say that Eddie, with his olive skin and joie de vivre approach to life, as he did flips and turns off the high dive was a person I thought would ever give me the time of day is an understatement, so I admired him from afar instead of trying to talk to him.

A great day was when he splashed me in the face! It meant he had taken notice of me. If I were to relay this story to my mother later, she would say, “He probably has a crush on you and doesn’t know what to say.”

Mothers! Always with the lies to try and make you feel better about your awkward teenageness. I was teased a lot by boys growing up. She always gave me the same line! But school pictures don’t lie!

When I think back now on all of those summer days where I would sit on the sideline and wonder what it would be like to take part in the chase, I can’t believe how utterly paralyzed I was to do so.

Why didn’t I go up to him and tell him how much I liked him? Maybe my mother was right. She’s right about a lot of stuff and often times I don’t tell her. But there is something about the element of attraction to another that gets us all up in our heads and thinking too much about the what ifs, instead of staying in our hearts, where we feel fantastic when we think about them.

Consequently, we play it safe and wind up settling for a splash in the face instead of something greater, like a swim in the pool. We will replay the scenarios over and over again in our minds like it happened yesterday, thinking about all of the ways things could have worked out, if only we had done…

This nostalgia seems to take place when we are feeling melancholy. It’s a really bad place to stay, especially when we are wanting more. When you are feeling melancholy you are not in the flow and are essentially stuck in your head.

Wherever Eddie is, I’m sure he is happy. He was always happy, so I can’t imagine that has changed much about him. If I were back at that pool today and know what I know now, I wouldn’t have given him the time of day. I realize now that accepting a splash in the face instead of a swim in the pool would be me selling myself short and I know I deserve a whole lot better.

The point here is this; when waxing nostalic don’t stay there! Let the good times bring a smile to your face and by all means let the bad ones go. Replaying a memory over and over again that was hurtful only begets more of the same. The past is the past! You are in the present, so stay there.

Wherever you are Eddie Ochoa, I hope some girl finally caught you! And more than anything else, I sure hope you didn’t disappoint her!

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I’m a creative. This means I live in my head, my heart and follow inspiration whenever it is gifted to me. I love acting, modeling, writing and coming up with new ideas to help inspire others.

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