July 15, 2015

I awoke this morning in a  good mood, but it didn’t last.  My sunburn still hurt in several areas , so I still felt tired and lazy.  I also slept poorly.  I had a difficult time getting to sleep and it was even more difficult staying asleep.  That was odd because I rarely have problems sleeping.  I spent the morning packing my bags, albeit very slowly.  I kept getting distracted.

Then in the afternoon I decided to put myself out there.  I’m not sure if I should have or not, but I messaged Frank.  I told him I would like to get to know him better too and gave him my phone number.  Maybe I shouldn’t have put myself out there, but he said something first, so I guess I shouldn’t have been as afraid as I was.  I’m still afraid.  I’m afraid that this will turn out to be nothing just like all of the others.  I don’t know where I get my stubbornness from, but I can’t believe that after all I’ve been through I could actually try on the off chance that it could work out.  It’s like Thomas Edison said, “Many of life’s failures are experienced by people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up.

My flight was delayed, so I spent most of the rest of the day at the airport.  I finally got home around 2am.


Relationships: I spent time with my dad and step-mom

Meditation:  I did not meditate today.

Sleep: I slept ? hours last night.

Exercise:  I did no exercise

Diet: I followed my diet very well today.

De-cluttering and cleaning: n/a, I’m still not home.

Hygiene:  I showered yesterday.

Mood and temperament: My mood varied, but at least I my temperament was good!


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