I find myself at a loss for them. Maybe that is why I should keep writing. I am thinking a lot about my grade school and high school days. With the loss of a friend I am remembering those days more fondly than usual. A quick look back to those days and I remember the bullying, the teasing, the insults. The not-good things. And yet at this moment of loss I remember the fun times.

Which, I suppose is meant to be a counterbalance to the sadness I am feeling. It is sort of at odds with the idea I am trying to keep up which is that I am the thinker of my thoughts. Things will bring out memories, but it is easy to forget that I am the one who chooses to dwell on them or not. To see the thought and let it go is much harder than one would think, but it is a necessary skill to develop, I am finding.