Ten.Two Thousand, Two Hundred & Fifty-Three
Camp day.
I get spooked for just a minute when I see “Oakville Grade” pop up on the screen.
I’m glad I took the scenic route.
“This place is not for me.”
I find a little wooden bench in the courtyard and journal before balling up my sweater and laying on my back. I can feel the warmth of the sun on my face.
I wish I could do it over again.
Nothing that needs to get done is getting done. I could go home. I could run errands. But sometimes, the right choice is the choice that makes it hard for you to do anything else but sit.
There is a distinct smell to Panda Express.
That’s not true. You just work harder and try again. You can always try again. You never know what may happen.
Let’s do it again tomorrow.
