THE THINGS WE REMEMBER

What a week, ugh...

These days seem more chaotic than ever. It feels as though we’re being pulled in every direction by attention-grabbing events designed to distract us from what truly matters. These moments create separation—between neighbors, friends, even family. They wedge their way into our psyche and stir us into reaction, even when we try our best to stay grounded. They challenge the core of who we believe we are.

But the deeper question remains: Who are we, really? And why are we here?

So much of life is made up of the memories that cling to us—some sweet, some painful, some random. Many of us spend hours obsessing over the future, while others can’t stop replaying the past. The present moment often feels too overwhelming, so we reach for a vice—weed, alcohol, shopping, screens. The basic rhythms our ancestors lived by—community, intention, simplicity—have been replaced by devices, schedules, and distraction.

And yet, when all is said and done, what remains are:

THE THINGS WE REMEMBER.

Why do some memories stick while others fade? Why can a scent, a song, or the touch of fabric suddenly send us spiraling back to another time? I often wonder if time is truly linear—or if the past, present, and future are all happening at once.

Our memories become us. They shape our traumas, our greatest loves, and the people who’ve touched us—through joy or through pain. These are the stories that stay with us until the end.

As we move into Father’s Day weekend, let’s create memories worth keeping.

If you need to make a change, let this be the weekend you do.
If you need to rest, let this be the one where you finally exhale.

The world will keep spinning—with or without your stress. Let go of the illusion that it all depends on you. When we lead from within, we show others (and ourselves) what it means to reclaim a healthy, grounded life.

As we approach the Summer Solstice, may waves of remembrance bring you perspective—on how far you’ve come and how far you still wish to go.

May this summer give you the courage to ask forgiveness rather than permission.
May it remind you that the past doesn’t define you—it refines you.
May you create memories that help you grow, soften, and return to yourself.

Happy Father’s Day,
Matthew Schildkret
Founder, Creator, & Humble Guide
Late Sunday Afternoon

A Memory of My Father

Here is a photo of my dad and me in 1986. At the time, we lived in Long Island, NY. We moved to South Florida in 1993, and our lives changed forever. Leaving behind all our family and friends during such an influential time in my life was not easy. My dad would later be diagnosed with cancer in 2007 and passed away in 2011.

Celebrate your father when you can. Celebrate him even if he’s no longer with you.
Your father loves you. Your father loved you. Your father did his best with everything he was working through.

Find forgiveness in your heart.
And if you want to feel them near, say their full name out loud.

My father’s name is Michael Harvey Schildkret.
Rest in peace, Dad. ❤️