Day 3: English System Frustration

I remember when I was back in college and we had a week of only working out hydrology problems using the english system. The professor wanted us to be "exceedingly grateful" for the metric system. It worked. Trying to figure out how much water to drink when has felt very frustrating. After thinking about water in terms of liters and deciliters, this is confusion, especially at 8 in the morning. After several days I should be able to make more sense of this. For now it feels like I'm just trying to keep up.

I slept beautifully with no dreams of food, only songs and pleasant feelings. It's getting colder and I think this time it's going to stay.

I woke up with a pimple. Probably the first of many as my body gives up the toxic ghost. I've known for a long time that I had to do something to detoxify my body, especially after the intensive overload of drugs during the attempt at lyme treatment. I think it's amazing that Eric is holding such crucial information that he is willing to share with me. I'm not sure where my fear and resistance came from with him. I think it's just the fear of being really vulnerable with friends again that might soon leave.

I feel emotionally open without feeling raw or depressed. (Sad but not depressed. Just sad.) It's a very nice feeling.

Cleanse-wise I'm feeling wonderful as well. I feel a little nervous about getting the complex recipe for the salt mixture down. Maybe I need to make a couple of little recipe cards for early mornings with no caffeine. I got a lot done today at the apartment. I'm happy to be going back to work tomorrow to finish up some loose ends so that we can all breathe a little easier (and so I can take a good 2 weeks off to see my family and friends for thanksgiving.) Tomorrow I'm going to do a little more apartment cleaning and maybe work on crafting a poem for those who have passed. Tomorrow is the blessed day of remembrance for those who have passed. I like this new tradition that I started to honor my precious friend. Now there are more to remember an honor. An evening for whispers, tears, memories, and gratitude. My heart has never held so many loves at one time. It's amazing.