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Location: Hope, British Columbia, Canada

Monday, May 28, 2007

a change of pace

I am always looking forward. Can't wait until the next big thing. Summer is here. I can't wait for fall. Just wait.

The goal. To pace myself. I have a few things going this summer. I hope to take the time and enjoy them. The next big thing is going to come.

The goal. Use spare time in productivity. Not so many movies.

Sunday, May 20, 2007

Changing Faces

Moods and thoughts are changing with the hours. One minute I am so sure that this is how I feel, this is what I think, what I am going to say. The next morning: I am not so sure I am going to say that. I don't know what I really think about this, that, and the other. Should I be mean and try to hold on? Or be easy going, because people believe i am, and let go. Does it really matter anyway? It could matter. Can I go back, or only forward?

Friday, May 04, 2007

Life in the Fast Lane

Sammy the fish loved living life in the fast lane. A small eddy, behind an island, just above Niagra falls is where he called home. Sammy filled his days with riding the current above the falls. He loved riding the waves and letting the current take him close to the edge of the falls. The other fish weren't as adventurous as Sammy. They would watch and cringe as each day Sammy would get closer and closer to the edge, before swimming back up stream.

On one fateful day Sammy felt like showing off a little. He let the current drag him close to the edge like any normal day, but instead of swimming back to the eddy to rest he would swim upstream then stop swimming and go with the current a second time. Sammy was starting to feel tired. He told himself that he would go one more time, then he would make his way to the eddy to rest. He let himself drift in the water. He could see the edge getting nearer and nearer, hear the roar of the water hurtling over the edge. Just when he was about to swim back he felt a rip in his side. Sammy's muscles had cramped from all the swimming he had done. The edge was right there. He tried to get behind a rock, anywhere where the water was calmer. Then there was nothing. He was free falling.