The Lord of the Rings, not the 9/11.

I learned a lot today, I looked and listened a lot, too. It is exceptionally nice to embrace simply ‘saying less.’ There’s nothing to justify, or say louder, there’s no need to make a point, or involve myself in something.

Just because I could be a great mediator does not mean I should be involving myself in things I normally would not. Sometimes, you just let a rock fall down a hill.

I need to up and out, I need to up and move. I don’t know what I want out of life. That’s not true. I want to help people, I want to improve the quality of life for other people.

In my head just now, I was thinking ‘I would definitely make some hard choices and give up things so other people could have it better.’ But – I can’t do that for myself? I can’t give up things and make hard choices for me? Where does this warped sense of self come from? Who does this? What is wrong or incorrectly connected in my brain?

On the other hand, which is a good hand, I have a really good relationship with my dad. I’ll never forget when my therapist from way-back-when told me, to paraphrase, that I have ‘father issues.,’ which of course made me cry because yeah, duh, of course I did.

This upcoming weekend, we are going to do some minor construction on his late parents’ house as they prepare to sell it.

I’m getting too addicted to my phone, that’s what I was doing in that break. I hate it, I hate life on a phone, that’s not living.

I know for a fact that one person can change history.