There’s nothing quite like a hard day of work, wandering through the maze of beuracracy and corporate politics, development and goals and deadlines, and finding myself home amid the aromatic eminations of fresh cooked cinnamon rolls and dinner in the crock pot. Walking in to my house today, I remembered all those carefree days that I came home from school to find my mom baking in the kitchen.
I found myself content and happy; a feeling that I’ve not used to describe my mood in quite some time. I find myself today in a mood that is unbecoming of who I have become; I find myself optimistic and dare I say… not caring what tomorrow brings, so long as I can live in this moment and enjoy it to the absolute fullest.