A Day in the Life Of - Part III, Friday

6:10am Last night I set my alarm for seven this morning. I decided I was going to give myself some extra sleep time because I've had a string of late nights this week. I decided that I would redefine how and when I was going to do my Mile today. So my alarm hasn't gone off yet but I'm awake.

8:14am On the subway now. Got some thoughts going through my head now but nothing I want to put in writing right now. I'll use the ride to meditate, to get into a calmer, more focused frame of mind.

4:53pm My work day and my work week are over now. I'm on my way to my appointment with Sherry. Standing room only on the subway, a little awkard to type on my PDA.

Got a seat at Union Station when a bunch of people got off. This is easier now.

I started working on the Bulk Close function today. That was one of my goals for the week, to get the Made Safe dropdown list function working and rolled out into Test environment, and start on Bulk Close.

I made some decisions yestrday about my relationship with my anger. I had an insight actually. I've realized that somewhere along the journey of my life, I've bought into the notion that I'm supposed to learn not to get angry anymore when I'm faced with a situation that I don't like. I think that proposition doesn't serve me. I think I've confused "being angry about something" with "how I express my anger".

The choice I am making about my anger is that I am going to accept it. Accept that it's a part of me. Let's face it, there are situations in which I'm going to get pissed off. So I'm choosing to be okay with that.

I've also made a choice... Gotta go.

6:48pm Done my appointment with Sherry now, and I'm back on the subway heading home. I was about to write about another choice I made yesterday. I heard two people tell me they think I hate my dad. I wasn't sure how I was going to take that at first, but I've made a decision now. I'm choosing to not buy into other people's story about me. I'm not saying that they're right about me and I'm not saying that they're wrong, but it's their story and not mine. My relationship with my dad is what it is. I know it's not what other people think it should be, and I'm not going to do anything about that. And I'm going to embrace that these two people (and maybe even more than two) have this story about me. Why grandma, what an interesting story you have about me!

11:44pm When I got home after my appointment with Sherry, J was out. She went to visit Jan at the hospital. First night that I've been home after work this week, and I got the house to myself for the next hour or so - should be just enough time to watch an episode of Battlestar Galactica. Twenty minutes into the episode, J comes home. Jan has apparently been discharged from the hospital.

I put my program on pause and we go out for dinner. This time I choose the place. We go, we eat, we chat. I think about bringing up a subject I wanted to discuss with Josephine, then decide against mentioning it. I feel tired as it is; this has too much potential to spiral into another out-of-control conversation. I decide to hold off and wait for a better opportunity. We eat, we chat. We come home. All is peaceful. I watch the rest of my Battlestar Galactica episode.

My Mile today ended up being a walk around the block to the subway after I finished up my appointment with Sherry. Tomorrow I'll jog three laps around the park - because I know I can.