On my walk to work this morning, I bumped into somebody I regularly see on my morning jogs. He recognized me and said hi. It felt good to see him. It reminded me of a time when I could walk through campus and recognize at least one person wherever I went.

During lunch yesterday, I watched an enthusiastic shirtless man skipping down the sidewalk with drumsticks in his hands and headphones in his ears. He was drumming on his thighs to what I imagine was energetic music. I hardly have to mention how entertained I was.

Today gave me the coolest feeling of being happy to see everyone in my regular routine after a week-long break. It just felt warm, and I think everyone else felt the same way, too.

I'm growing appreciation for my body lately, too. My knee has been "acting up", so the days it doesn't are an absolute gift. It'll give out someday sooner than I realize. For now, I'm happily peeling down sidewalks on it.

I've been all about "The Wise Man's Fear" by Patrick Rothfuss on a daily basis. I can't get away from it. I feel the highs and the lows of the main characters, and it's a surprisingly lush alternative to watching a movie. I get inspired by the author and the characters. I'm thankful for the experience and the recommendations I got to even read (listen to) the book.

It feels good to be excited meeting new people. Even just being excited for it is a gift.