Freud would probably have a field day with me - I'm one of those folks who feels guilty for relaxing. Maybe it's because I can work home for half of my job and thus I have a hard time separating work and play. Whatever it is, I had no clue what I'd end up doing today. Kristen's gone for the week, it's hot outside, and I really don't have much to do.

I decided to download Itunes and rip all of my music onto my computer. I found some old mix CD's I made a few years back, and thus have been walking down memory lane through my college years.

Not to get too cliche, but whoever came with the idea that music serves as the soundtrack of our lives is a wise person.

I'm remembering old friends, old cars, crazy weekends, roadtrips, late night dessert runs, all-nighters, and other random stuff. Any negative connotations of those memories have faded (thank the Lord), as I've learned not to dwell in the past. Sure high school was fun, but I don't want to hold them as "the glory days" - the same goes with college and other eras of my life.

Nostalgia is over-rated because a memory doesn't fully capture the emotions and experience of the occasion, yet serves as a reminder to enjoy each day as more memories are made.