I never want to forget the way that I felt when...
I stood at the front of a boat and stared up at a blanket of stars in the warm Austin night air, music playing, beer in my hand.
The rush of water around me as I sat in the creek at the Greenbelt at what is now known as Mystery's Hole in the late Sunday afternoon sun, dogs gamboling around me, new and old friends talking, and life stopping just for a moment.
The deep satisfaction that comes from manual labor - ripping out carpet, nails, staples, and drywall.
The pain of knocking your shin on a boat railing or stabbing your heel on a carpet tack, because blood and bruises remind me that I am out there and living.
Laughing so hard that I almost cry.