I didn’t even know I was going to New York. Kathleen called and asked me why I wasn’t at the JFK airport in New York. I didn’t know if I should believe her. Why should I be in New York on Wednesday morning?

Well, I was supposed to be there and I was not. There are hundreds of reasons why I forgot, but I just forgot. This sucks for a variety of reasons, but mostly because this is the first event, then I fly to another, and to another…

I am waiting in the airport now, gazing at the sun setting out the window. I am supposed to be having dinner with my friends on the other side of that mountain. Will I even get on this flight?

The past couple months have been insanely busy. I love it! I just love having things going on. It’s not hard to live an exciting life. It’s just as easy as living a boring life. You just got to do it.

While I was in New Hampshire a couple months ago, the priest gave me a book called “Shorter Book of Prayer.” I’ve been so strung out since then, I open it up every day hoping for salvation. I just love it. I look at the leather bound book, and I get warm fuzzies, like I have a crush or something. It’s wonderful!

I’ve been working out hard. My clothes are feeling different, and I’ve gotten so much stronger. I don’t know why I’ve waited this long to start working out again. I always feel so much better when I know I am in shape.

This journal is quickly becoming a conversation with a friend. I don’t see my friends much anymore b/c I’ve been getting ready for the Road Rules Challenge. I know this will all be over soon, but I’ve got to give it all I have.

I hope I can post this before I leave for wherever they are taking me.