Value

Reflection is an art...that adds value--more like, extracts the value--from minutes and hours and days and weeks and months and years and...a lifetime.  I've delved into this art as of late and like what I am finding:  connection.  

Mr. Buckley made us turn in a journal entry every single day for a semester in high school with our high point and low point.  We hated him for it, but really loved him.  He knew the value in the art...of reflection.  

I think that my grandpa may be dying, but I don't know what I feel or if he is really dying. Disconnected because I'm not there and unsure of the closeness of our relationship and unable to deal with the inability of that side of the family to confront these sorts of matters.  I need to reach him in my own way.  I'm just not sure what that is.  I need to think.

My best friend told me today that I won't find a man in New York.  She was halfway sarcastic seeing as those statements are part of her ploy to get me back to Texas.   But it might be kind of true.  I mean, there's gotta be someone I'm into who's not off the market already.  I fear my "type" may not be a breed that flourishes in the big apple.  Not really sure where that leaves me (besides single).  

I walked 8 miles today exploring Brooklyn.  My feet hurt.