Today is one of those days where I’m thinking of what I loved in high school. Part of that is because of a conversation about culture shock. Another part of that is talking to my high school counselor today. It’s weird to hear her voice after not having spoken to her in so long. Thinking about my mission trip and cheerleading is really putting my current life in a new light. When I went on the mission trip and did cheer I had a specific set of goals and rules for myself. I’ve been wondering why I haven’t done that in a while. It makes me slightly sad. The memories aren’t all happy, not all of them are sad either. Most of them seem to be a hazy middle ground. But they are memories nonetheless. I really want to focus on the memories that I miss. Memories that make me happy. I think if I do that, maybe I can easier come to terms with where I am in my life.