Sunsets from the second floor... view of dowtown... moon rising over the trees...
Not much is resolved with the "other" situation... we have reached an impasse and I don't know what to do. So for now, we go on.
(Tom whipped out his sodering gun (?!?!?!) last night to try and fix our tv, got right in there and took the thing apart... and did I ever mention that he changed the timing belt of his Talon using only a manual and tools he had and his own time and patience??? Pretty fuckin' amazing to me...)
And I'm going on. Today I had the first really good day at work that I've had in a long time--I had 5 different people (in an office of about 15) needing me to do stuff for them. I was busy and it felt good to have abilities that others were relying on.
After work I went to a chiropractor and a naturopath. They are both awesome women. I am going to get my diet straightened out with the help of the naturopath, and find the reason behind the stomach aches I get after I eat.
The chiropractor did a scan of my spine and my back and neck muscles, and checked me all out getting me to move this way and that--I told her about my neck, and my knees, and I feel like I'm finally going to get them fixed. (I shouldn't have the aches that I do at my age.) Plus, with her background in kineseology, she's going to help me work out an exercise program that will help me strengthen my weaker muscles and get everything ship-shape.
And I feel like I'm finally over the bump of really wanting to do something but feeling like too much shit is in the way. I've finally said fuck all that shit and I'm moving on. You know how I could tell I was on the right path, and pursuing my true passions?
Ideas are just flowing out of me--I'm so full of creativity and excitement and drive, and I can actually see what I want to accomplish (a successful tutoring centre, in a nutshell). Right now I feel like nothing is going to stop me.
You lookin' at me?

Seriously though, I feel like I was meant to live for so much more, and I'm going to do it, I'm going to lead an extraordinary life because, well, I am extraordinary!
Tuesday, September 13, 2005
One happier day
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fuck all that shit; I'm moving on.
Sounds like a great motto to live by. I'm going to remember that one.
yes you are.
meant to ask...why cant yu write poetry?
You're right Shenry. I didn't see that before-- I'll adopt that as my own.
Ghost--I can. I just haven't recently and realized I should. Poetry heals. And I'm broken. I should put 1 and 1 together.
You're dang right you're extraordinary!
Follow your dreams and your heart.
You can never go wrong then, even if things get in the way.
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