I love it when I'm living my life, but am hit in the face with the memory of why I love my life. I was driving from my counciling class, thinking about how I shared a very personal fact about myself on the first day, and there it was: the mountains in her shades of lavender and pink from the sun setting. This image had nothing to do with what occured in my thinking, but it was a necessary inhibitor. I was awakened from a bored state. I felt the dusty feelings from a few years ago. I was completely happy. I wish these emotions would creep up on me more often. I was falling once again into just becoming a robot. A routine developing with another routine mixed in with a light depression sitting on the sidelines. I have once again made it up that high hill and am now walking downwards in relief. Perhaps I will be more prepared for the next incline.

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