its the small things

that make life wonderful, that screw you over, and that i always seem to take for granted.

walking out of colonial on the way to lab this morning, i crossed the lawn, feeling the heat of the sun on my arms, breathing the nice, crisp, grassy air. to be honest, i miss playing golf; i truly love the sport, with all its joys and frustrations. in retrospect, golf has made me who i am - every aspect of my personality could probably be traced back to lessons i learned the hard way at tamarack golf course.

im glad those sudden sensory inputs reminded me again of those thoughts, that regardless of the things i have to worry about, regardless of whether i've been successful in lab, with girls, or with cooking, as long as some of those little things fall into place each day, i can and should be a happy man.

life is good =]