Just your average entry

As I finish my work day, and my evening starts to settle down, I sit back and start to observe. Today, I found an old picture of a long lost friend I'd put away in a drawer with the intention of not ever finding it. That picture, like it used to be, has once again found it's way back to my dash board. My life has been about reminders and feelings. The type of feeling of being out in the cold for hours, and walking into a warm room for the first time. You eventually get used to the warmth and that room starts to feel cold, too. We get used to it. That's kind of how we treat people; we get used to them and forget to remind ourselves what it was like when we met them for the very first time. Or how we have all the tools in front of us, but won't use them. Life is about effort. Making memories that are worth it. I look back often and I understand now the instances in which I could've been better. Today, I was stubborn, I was resentful, I was agitated. But at this moment right now, I am thankful. I walked into my warm, welcoming room, and was happy to be home.