preparing for a new journey

sunday night.  tomorrow begins a new phase in my life.  I haven't began reviewing the past year yet, but i am not going to wait for that to begin.  i'm going to change the parameters, launch again and have a new mission.  just the from the original Star Trek to the Next Generation, except my ongoing mission will be much cooler.

got up with prayer.  moved slow, knowing that Deja would be going home today.  i had coffee, went to the store for a couple things and got breakfast going.  i was working on the computer for a few, but it got frustrating.  i'm going to need another hard drive soon.  lost some things in the system restore, some important things, but nothing that can't be regained.  but i don't want to start creating seriously only to have this computer crash.

anyway, i had breakfast with Deja, spoke with him about why Syd is likely feeling like she doesn't want to talk to him, saw him off with a hug and thanks for being here.  then i worked on getting gone.
i didn't want to spend the day here, i wanted to be sort of constructive but at the same time i  wanted to chill.  i prayed, i pondered, and i wrote a letter to Heather on the back of pages i printed for her to color.  I'd rather have her working on steps, but coloring is one of the things she can do in jail and it hurts me not at all to send her some coloring pages.  i wrote to her about step three, and i also wrote a note to give to Rachel, and i activated my extra phone and put both in an envelope.  i mailed Heather's letter at the downtown post office and i went to Rachel's house.  i ended up sitting for a bit, i told her i was sorry for misinterpreting what she had been saying and let her know i would stand back whether i wanted to or not, but that i would never not love her.  i left as her son was cutting the grass and came home to cook.  i talked to TP who had called a couple of times, and i fed my brother who rode by.  i am feeling pretty good, it wasn't a bad weekend at all aside from learning my sponsor is getting worse, words from his wife.  but i kind of knew.  i knew he wouldn't not come around if he was getting better.  and i'm not an idiot, nor am i a fantasist in that sense.  but it is still very sad.

tomorrow i hit the gym.  period.  i will let you know how that goes as we ready for launch.