Yesterday I was out mowing yards near my house.  I was walking into the truck to do my routine of getting a quick drink before I stated another yard.  I sat down in the seat and just tried to enjoy my citrus green tea. The truck was parked in the garage and there is a window at the end of that garage that looks out right at our front door.  From where I was standing I was in perfect line with the front door of my house.  I really began to analyze the door and all that it had meant to me in my life.  I looked back and thought of how many times I have walked out that door on an adventure and how all those things that I did shaped who I am and what I am all about.  It all started at that front door, me walking out and taking the first step into the world that I have experienced so far.  I became thankful for a lot at that moment and realized that I might have bad days, but good is winning.  This post is a little corny, along with the rest, but I can't help but to think that that window is symbolic in the fact that the door represents my growing years and all that I have done while walking out of the door into chaos that has become me.  As I shape that chaos I become better aware of what all of it means to me.  We take experiences and make them something that only we can understand.  The better part of it all is making sense of the mess and sharing it with people in a way they can understand it and feel it in a way that reflects how you experienced it.  The days are counting down till one day soon I will take my last step out of that front door.