We are used to painting a whole memory, or a whole place, in the colour of sadness and pain after a painful event or a trauma. Sometimes we stop going down a certain street or into a certain room, and a bad feeling comes over us every time we pass the same thing. Psychology has names for this, and what happens in trauma is the worst possible form of tying places, people and things to a bad memory. But what if we did the opposite of that experience?
In this theme we run the same mechanism in the opposite direction: we try to recover the beautiful moments we have with the things we own and that surround us. Gifts, photographs, photo albums, the furniture at home, the moment we bought this or that, this street and that place. There must be many beautiful moments your mind has stored with those places, just as it does with the sad or frightening ones.
And when the memory is a good one, all the work is in the details. Do not write that the trip was lovely; write who was with you, what the light was like, what you ate. I tried this method myself on a trip I took years ago: the same date comes round, and I sit and write the details of that trip again. After all those years I still remember the beautiful things, the colours, and the details of what happened.