After a very long Friday that included school, work, and a friend's 21st birthday, it was nice to have a leisurely Saturday to catch up with myself. Last week was quite a busy one, since I worked some extra hours and started going to the gym a few mornings a week, but it was a good week. I mean, nothing much happened, but I kind of did a bit of soul-rummaging (that feels more accurate than "soul searching"). On Friday, for the first time really ever, I felt happy with exactly who I was, as an individual person. For just a few minutes, while I was driving home as the sun was setting, singing along to Jack's Mannequin songs, I didn't feel hung up on the past, or the future, or a crush, for the first time since I can really remember. It was fleeting, but really freeing and extraordinary. Even though I've slipped back into normalcy, I plan on carrying that moment around with me to remind myself of what I'm capable of, because I think we all need to be reminded of our own incredible ability sometimes.