I've been thinking about the moments that mark my life, the ones by which I 'take stock', that stick and that mean the most. This is important because I don't have a great memory-- which, when I am trying to think back on things, is tremendously sad. But I realized recently that the moments that do stick with me are just that: moments. They're often simple, seemingly insignificant but incredibly vivid and visceral events like singing with Anna in the stairwell, lounging with close friends on the beach, watching a waterfall or dancing with Blake, eating warm biscuits with my family, singing with Bridgett and Frank on their back patio before I left for Alaska.

To be in these moments completely, to recognize and live in them as often as possible, is something I want to do well.