Without structure, there can be no process. He prides himself in breaking down my structure. But I thrive within it. Without it, I can’t make things fit. Without it, I can’t do the things that are important to me.
It’s 9:30am, and it’s bright outside. It feels hot. I step out into the patio to soak up the outside. I wrap myself with a cardigan to take in the breezy refreshment.
It’s blue and green outside. The big tree has buds fighting to escape and savor the airy refreshment.
Why, why, why. Don’t I do this more often?
The first day off was just yesterday. Not so bad. Gym. Steam. Sauna. Groceries. Two movies.
Watchmen. I had watched it before. There is a blurred line between the good and evil. Good people do bad things. Bad people do good things. How do we define the good vs. evil? How do we separate the two?