This has been barren as of late.

I've been dancing, competing, and training.

Things I did.

Got my purple belt. Its not supposed to be validating I think, but it is. Especially when you are made to wait for it and then get it after working as hard as you can for years and being given it in front of some of the best guys in the world and your friends as they shake your hand and congratulate it.

Fought a Mongolian Olympian in Judo. Barely lost. Huge confidence booster.

Socialized a lot.

Pot+Eagles+Freud=No can defend A+ philosophy papers.

Then theres this...

The basic feeling underlying my frustration with my meditation practice was one of restlessness. There was something, an anxiety underneath all my negative thoughts that caused me to want to get up and go when I was meditating. It made me want to stand up and pace around and think my way out of the moment. The feeling of restlessness without any real destination in mind left me feeling bewildered, afraid, and unsure of myself.

What is this, I don't even

Teeth marks in forehead.

Broken, gross deformed pinky. New cauliflower in right ear.

Fish oil to the rescue. What what.

Great idea for story during philosophy class.

Hard, hard sparring against much better people brings new levels of focus and ability.