June 8, 1999
I went to Whitefish
Times this morning for a cup of coffee and a pastry.
After I finished my coffee and pastry, I walked to Boogie Brown's and shared in some laughter with Frank and Nikki. When Frank left I decided to write some in my journal at one of the small table there. So now I find myself sitting here in a little more thought of my trip, people and trying to figure out when I should leave. It is definite now, possibly Thursday, but no later than Saturday morning, will mark my departure. What is happening to me, I'm definitely much different than I was when I began this journey of mine. As I sat in Whitefish times earlier this morning, I wondered why I was even on this journey?
Having been raised
by an un-emotional father, I've never expressed many emotions myself.
I spent my life mostly in control of every emotion and analyzing events
to keep from allowing the emotional aspect to take over. It wasn't
until 4 years ago did I allow the first tear of sadness to stream
down my cheek. A good friend had died and I felt something I've never
felt before, a sharp knife began piercing through my chest. That marked
the beginning of a different journey, one that has since allowed me
to feel my emotions to their fullest. So here I am...