With the final song on the record, I confess. This album is an ode to the past, a nostalgic love letter to all that built me. But there’s more to our past than the rose-colored, softly grainy home movie suggests. If our memories looked that pretty we’d stay there all the time. But life is far more complex. Some songs remind us of negative experiences we’ve been through. Some songs we associate with positive experiences with people who are no longer in our lives. I’ve found that the past memories that have kept me up the most at night are not necessarily what’s happened to me, but getting stuck on moments where I feel I’ve fallen short.

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My mistakes and imperfections I have never been comfortable with. But I wrote this song to give some grace. So what I ask at the end of this time travel journey through the past, is that you be kind to your memories, knowing you can’t change them. Cherish the good, stare into the bad till the fear subsides, then swim back up to the present. Enjoy the gifts of the present, plant both feet in these future memories.