Has been pretty good all and all. I have only really wanted a cigarette twice today but was able to fight the urge both times. The first was after I was done teaching at Sid's school, which seems normal and the other time was when I slid in my car on the slick road while turning. I had a bit of an anxiety attack, as usual when I have close calls in my car, and so again it seemed as a normal time to want to smoke. I also haven't been as grumpy today as that is just a more pleasant way to be for all those around me. I also haven't ate as much today which is good too. I don't want to replace smoking with over eating since overeating is not a problem I really have.
Teaching at Sid's school went pretty well. Middle schoolers are a lot harder to control than my current college students. hey also have more energy and in general are more excited about learning. I was teaching 'gifted' kids though so this last observation may not be true of 'normal' students. It was really fun and not so much different from teaching college students. I didn't dumb down the information and was surprised how quickly they learned the writing techniques I was teaching them. I am sure there were a few things I could have done better but I guess that will come in time.
When I got home I checked the mail and found a post card from Bjorn. It was such a sweet gesture and really made my day. Somehow it made it into my notebook that I carry around and into my purse and bought a smile to my face when I was in the market and found it when I was glancing at my shopping list. These little things mean so much. I feel very lucky to have them.
I talked to my sister after I got home for a while. She is having some issues with her boyfriend that seem to have some pretty deep roots. I have always found it interesting when couples fight about silly things like dishes instead of what is really going on. Maybe this is just me but I have really different ideas of what is important. House work is not that important if you are busy doing other things that fill you with passion. Patrick would often be upset after he had been at work all day if I hadn't cleaned the house while he was gone. If I tried to explain to him I has been busy taking care of and playing with the baby or reading a good book and writing, he would tell me that I was lazy and wasting time. This is one if the reasons I left him. There are so many better things o be doing than cleaning the house, like living life.
