Wow, I have so much trouble naming my new blogs. I never find the words to connect the image that I want to replay in my head. Today it's a whole new image, the image of pushing somebody and almost regretting it. I recently watched a video of my wife skiing down loveland, and just plain skiing for the first time in 10 years. At the time I was having so much fun, so much was running through me that I couldn't take time to think about her. I remember how much fun it was to have her, but I don't remember taking an ounce of time to think about the impact this would have on her knee's. Luckily she lasted that day, and the rest of the season. I feel so touched the the sight of loving life every day that I just want to cry. I want people to read my blogs, not to make me popular, but to put an image of love and respect in their minds. I want people to sort of close their eyes and hear my keystrokes as they pen through the imaginary paper. In this case I want the smell of the Colorado pines to come out, the joy of watching my wife smile, and the anxiety of the resort closing all too soon. I want to forget my ugly war torn past and put a new foot forward, but still I find myself digging back through time. I can see the smile on my family's faces as I come home for thanksgiving, but I can also see the horror of a wife finding out her husband didn't make it through a battle in Iraq. I dig and dig but seem to come up every time with my past and trying to obsess with the future. I wish I could control it so that I had a mute button every time I wanted to see how majestic the world really is. Even if I had that, I would still end up wondering what was going on while I was pressing that mute button. Which would still lead me to finding this blog reminiscing of what was really going on while my wife and I were having such a great time on the mountain.
I'll tell you, I forgot to think about someone else besides myself.
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