janeagain
When I don't get enough water I get dehydrated. Because I'm sick I need more water than most people. I don't know, now, if I still need so much water, or if I'm just so used to drinking so much that I feel like I need it when I really don't. I hear the key is the colour of one's urine.
I refuse to refuse to save this assignment this time. I've deleted too many of them in the last few days because I couldn't think of what to write. Today, I'm refusing to refuse to have a say, to use my voice, even if it's ultimately only fit for the refuse bin.
I find the routine of writing for a minute everyday comforting, although sometimes the posts are so incoherent I don't hit enter. Although I think of myself as someone who can easily adapt to anything that happens, I am surprisingly comforted by routines.
It's often misty in the mornings around here. I particularly notice it in the fall, over the creek. At least that's when I remember noticing it. But this year I know it was happening in the spring too. Makes me want to stop and ponder the physics for a minute. I know if i took 60 seconds, I could figure it out.
Zone has been the word for more than a day now. I skipped yesterday hoping to get out of the zone zone but it didn't happen. So I shall find my zone and write more about the zone. Good to get me in the writing zone at least, even if I'm not at all interested in writing about it again.
Sometimes I'm in the zone. Like the other day, working on the school stuff. More often than not, I'd consider myself more zoned out than in the zone. Like today. I want to do something; I have a full list of things to do, mostly involving writing. But I'm too zoned out to do anything.
The banks of the river collapsed under the pressure of the river. The flooding that year was the worst that had been seen in 50 years. Too much development upstream had robbed the land of the ability to retain water, and come spring, all the melt dumped into the rivers and damaged them.
Concept threw me. Concept cars, the concept of writing each day. I feel like I should quit and start all over again as I can't seem to think quickly enough on my feel to conceptualize these words, and turn them into thoughts. I guess I'll see that improve.
A need for approval underscores too many of the things that he does. It's unfortunate, because his instincts, apart from it, are fabulous. It's when he starts to seek that approval that his decision-making starts to become detrimental to his well-being.
my mother is the queen of manners. Not really, but in our family she is. "It's in Gramma's rule book" is the reason we give for all the manner rules we have. It's lazy, I know, but it's also easier than trying to explain social convention to small children. And the kids accept it without question.
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