The Past Was Someone Else – 18th March 2022

I know I did wrong that time
And my excuses were poor
I didn’t need to defend myself
Or lie about it anymore

Those actions were not mine
They were a me in the past
I hope you can forgive me
So I can forgive myself at last

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The dogmas of the quiet past, are inadequate to the stormy present. The occasion is piled high with difficulty and we must rise with the occasion. As our case is new, we must think anew and act anew.

Abraham Lincoln

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Gratitude Journal

I am so happy and grateful to have the tools and equipment to do a little bit of gardening myself and cutting and sweeping yesterday made for a good achievement.

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Clocked in and straight to 22 Grams this morning, where it’s still cool enough to sit outside. It was actually a cool night, though, that yet again promised rain never arrived.

As it was cloudy yesterday afternoon, I took the opportunity to cut back the long grass on our outside road, and earn myself a blister sweeping it up. At the end, it felt like a job well done, even if it wasn’t exactly the most beautiful cut job.

I’m trying out different exercises in the morning, and feeling quite rejuvenated by them. I want to try and force myself to stay in the same routine through the holiday, as it improves my health and energy levels immensely.

Contemplating what to do today, it seems like I can just go home again, but I don’t really want to yet. I feel like I should take advantage of this time in some way. I thought about riding up to Mae Sai, just for something to do. Up to Pa Hee and Pa Mee, maybe. Still want to do Doi Mai Salong, too.

Talking of things I want to do, I went to go and get a massage yesterday, finally, but it was all shuttered up. I may drive by again this morning, though somehow not quite mentally prepared for doing it today. 

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The Week That Was – 29th April 1979