#2
feels nice getting up in the morning and having a quiet, private purpose
once again, the day feels rushed
rushing in, meditation lacking
T.R. made me work out yesterday, which was really nice of him
at first writing to my mom seemed like just a thing to do, to show her that she is cared for. however, as of late, I enjoy telling her what i’m up to in this context. she probably would have never known that i’m going to iowa this weekend or what my week consisted of as we don’t really don’t have that type of relationship. there was a point in time where i just stopped telling her about my life because she just always disapproved of it and i never really fell back into the habit of rushing home and sharing my day with her. for as far as i can remember (which i admit is not far), i don’t ever remember doing this ever. each day seemed too busy. even in elementary school. i don’t remember her ever asking me about what happened during the school day, and i was already a shy, quiet child. a lot of our conversations exchanges revolved around what needs to be done and when and how to get it done, understandably so for a young mom. anyway, it’s nice sharing little tidbits of life with her now — even the super simple things and even though a short card cannot possibly hold all the complexitries.