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Day Five

April 10, 2010


Long full day. Hitting the sack but checking in. Insanity level on 1-10: 7 with moments of 12 Stress level on 10-10: 6 (I hit the dog park- made a new buddy there whahoooooo ultimate to do list!!! Kings game, Watched Rescue Me and learned How To Train My Dragon. Mr. Man said since I […]

Day Four

April 9, 2010


The morning feels light. Last night I went to a yoga class, and near the end, the instructor asked the class to relax, lay back in savasana, he led us through a brief guided meditation. It was exactly what I needed to hear. He spoke about how we are not our bodies. How we are […]

Day Three

April 8, 2010


I was homicidal yesterday. Irrational. Wanted to cover my eyes with patches, stick lozenges up each nostril and put gum in my ears. I have no television so checking out was out of the question. I wrote about my faith, which helped to calm me down. But that was early morning, and by mid evening, […]

Day Two

April 7, 2010


Washing and packing, listening and speaking, walking and hiking, yoga and the Sauce. Breathing and hoping, praying and joking, sweeping and cleaning, cigarettes aren’t my boss. This is how I’ll spend the day. Repeating this in my head. Thank you to Jacob C. for the bigger “To Do” list. What a fantastic idea. Here we […]

Day One

April 6, 2010


Last night was the most difficult night I’ve had since leaving rehab. So difficult in fact, I forgot how afraid I was that first night out, or leaving the graduation ceremony, or the first night in my new Hollywood apartment, last night seemed to negate any struggles I’ve had this past year and broke me […]

Dear Jennie Ketcham

April 5, 2010


Hi. It’s me. Or you. I just want to chat for a minute, to talk about what we’ve done this past year, about where we started, where we went, and where we are now. I want to think of the beautiful places we can go, the possibilities the future holds, I want to remind you […]

Spring Cleaning Part II

April 2, 2010


I found this box, under mounds of pornographic material, a box I’ve carried from home to home and never had the motivation to open and sort. The box is tattered, torn, it doesn’t stay together very well but it seems to make my moves with me just fine, it never crumbles, it just holds it’s […]