This past week marks ten years since I went to the temple for the first time and received my endowment. For most of my life I remember wondering about the temple because I had heard so much about it from other people. My mother went regularly and was a good example to me of faithfulness in attending. During the last few years I haven't been so great at going to the temple. It's been more of a challenge with my busy schedule and the distance (although both those things are poor excuses). I've decided to commit to going more frequently once we move, and I'm trying to decide on a reasonable goal. Every two weeks seems like a lot, every month seems like a little. I think I'll see how I feel in the upcoming months as well. I guess my testimony of the temple is mostly based on how I feel when I leave. It's a place to spend some time away from the rest of the world and commune with God, to get a handle on who I really am and to focus on what I can do to live a better life. When I am inside, I often feel like I am in some sort of a warm cocoon or 'spiritual hug', and when I leave I always feel energized and ready to get back to my life. Like I said, I haven't been going very often lately and I thought that I'd write down some of my thoughts to remind myself of why I go in hopes of inspiring myself to keep going back.