Parts of this weekend were hard. Sometimes I get bowled over by how complex life can be, how much I still have to learn about myself, and how to navigate those things that I've never experienced before without crashing and burning all the time. Some days are hard. Like, congratulations you couldn't make this sadder if you tried, hard. But other days, like this one in the mountains, life feels so simple it's silly. Like I step outside, and I can remember what I know, and everything that's good. I need the sad moments, just as much as I need these good ones I suppose. But I hate them. And I want them to go away.