I like today but I miss yesterday.

I miss people.
From 10 years ago.
From 5 years ago.
From 1 year ago.
I tend to let go of memories and move on with life on the outside, while inside I remember, I always remember.
I'm doing well with living life to the full, at least I think I am.
I'm happier, most of the time.
I'm confident in what I'm doing this year.
I don't have nearly enough time or freedom anymore, yet I'm not dead which I was convinced I would be last year, if I had no free time.
Holidays now, but I'm not ecstatic about that like I used to be. But don't get me wrong, I'm still grateful. It's still exciting, I just don't even count down anymore.
But I think that's a good thing - It means I'm already doing things I enjoy, therefore I don't need to focus on good things to come.
They just come by themselves.
It's good.

But I still miss people and music and smells and photos and places and feelings and memories and everything else that I miss.
I do hope, along with all the good things going on in my life right now, that some of those old good things can resurface soon. Because in case you haven't already noticed, I miss them.