I’ve thought a little bit lately about not repeating myself; that people either listen or they don’t. Mom told me once that sometimes books find us, because we’re ready for them. Perhaps sometimes repeating yourself is necessary because people aren’t ready for what you have to say yet.

It’s been a really hard month in relation to my motorcycle accident. I have a much better grasp on pain and suffering now. My temperament is pretty stoic, but sometimes I’m unsure if surviving is anything like unaffected. I usually feel better when I don’t keep my emotions bottled up inside of me, the release garnered from articulating my feelings is usually significant. Although, sometimes pretty detrimental to relationships. Under the veil of honesty being righteous, I stand by my side in defense.

As I slowly run out of ARC training I’m feeling a little bit of an outsider still. I’m not sure how much of that is a product of everything I’ve been going through lately, and how much of it is false expectation. Speaking of which, class all weekend, with a wedding thrown in the middle.