I woke up to my alarm, and was supposed to be a part of a phone conference for this camp I might be helping out at. I laid back down and fought with myself as to whether I should really do it or not - I tried to tell myself I didn't care. Bad way to start a day. I felt like I did in the last year. So I decided it'd be best that I get in on it, and it turned out that there was a scheduling error, so the conference didn't really happen. So I sat around. I was a total dick to my mom, because I was feeling lame and junky. I had a shower soon after, then went to Elijah's and got my shaver back. He's feeling a lot better, which I'm glad to see. Then I went to my Grandma's and helped her move wood. I love my Grandma so much. She hold the family together, and has so many connections, and so much knowledge, and so many books/trinkets/stuff to share. She gave me the necklace my mom gave to her dad, I believe in this cool little tea box that I told her I liked. I can always be so transparent with her, and not feel bad or have to worry about what words I use for fear of hurting her. That's what makes it hard for me to talk to my mom. I have to be careful not to hurt her. She is strong, and fragile at the same time. I got some books on energy from my Grandma to read, which is awesome. I've got a blog on the one I'm reading currently, it's linked in the left menu bar thing. It was really refreshing and gounding to read, and learn about something I'm interested in. I sat by the water, read. Then the tide was coming up, and the waves were louder and larger, so I felt that I was being told to go elsewhere. So I went to Ed Macgregor and read some more, in the middle of this circle area I have an attachment to. Then I rode my bike home. I rode my bike to the water and stuff. Almost got hit by a guy in a pick-up truck. Ugh. But yeah I came home, and here I am! Good day. I like it when I work through a day like this. So good. Looking like I'm going to ride to Langford with Skye tomorrow morning/afternoon. Should be nice!
Much love, be well.
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