I guess you can say I'm set in my ways,
but there are times I wish some things were different.
A little something new and exciting from time to time.
It makes a world of difference to break away from the monotony.
Doing the same things each day kind of get me down.
I need to break out of that.
That's why I go back to my knitting sometimes.
Something that I can relax with and enjoy.
Started reading again, too. Had been too long.
I have lots of books I've been meaning to read,
just never got into them for whatever the reasons.
Also, I have to go out and do things by myself a bit more.
Not used to sharing my space with someone else.
Not that it's all bad, but sometimes I just...
I'm just not used to it anymore. It's been a long time.
Exercise can help, too. For stress relief and just the endorphins.
Probably time that I start doing some of that.
So that I can start feeling better.
I can't use the weather as an excuse because it has been warmer now.
So I have to take advantage of that and just get out more.
No reason not to, really. It's mostly been in my head.
Started another series. It's been interesting.
It's called: "60 Days In."
It's about 7 people who volunteer to go into jail for 60 days.
When 2 days can feel like 2 months, 2 months can feel like 2 years.
They get no reward for doing it and they put themselves at risk.
I don't really get why someone would want to give up their freedom.
I've never gone to jail, but I wouldn't want to.
There were a few neighbours I knew as a kid who are in jail now.
It doesn't really surprise me. As kids they were delinquents.
Always in trouble for all kinds of things.
The neighbourhood itself...
People who live there didn't have much of a chance to begin with.
It's both nature and nurture. Their environment and their families.
How they are brought up and who is raising them and influencing them,
plus, where they are being brought up and those types of things.
Sometimes I wonder what I would have turned out like if I had stayed longer.
If I had to live there as a teenager.
Fortunately, my Grandmother was a great influence for me.
If I hadn't had her in my life, I would be a totally different person.
If my neighbours had someone in their lives, they'd be different people, too.
They might not have ended up in jail.
It's almost as though certain neighbourhood have certain 'cultures.'
I'm not saying I'm tough because where I grew up was rough.
All I'm saying is that I experienced some things others don't understand.
I guess that's why they volunteered to go to jail.
To experience things they just don't understand.
I guess they'll have an understanding once it's over.
At least I'd hope so. They've got to come away from that with something.
I wouldn't want to do something like that for nothing.
but there are times I wish some things were different.
A little something new and exciting from time to time.
It makes a world of difference to break away from the monotony.
Doing the same things each day kind of get me down.
I need to break out of that.
That's why I go back to my knitting sometimes.
Something that I can relax with and enjoy.
Started reading again, too. Had been too long.
I have lots of books I've been meaning to read,
just never got into them for whatever the reasons.
Also, I have to go out and do things by myself a bit more.
Not used to sharing my space with someone else.
Not that it's all bad, but sometimes I just...
I'm just not used to it anymore. It's been a long time.
Exercise can help, too. For stress relief and just the endorphins.
Probably time that I start doing some of that.
So that I can start feeling better.
I can't use the weather as an excuse because it has been warmer now.
So I have to take advantage of that and just get out more.
No reason not to, really. It's mostly been in my head.
Started another series. It's been interesting.
It's called: "60 Days In."
It's about 7 people who volunteer to go into jail for 60 days.
When 2 days can feel like 2 months, 2 months can feel like 2 years.
They get no reward for doing it and they put themselves at risk.
I don't really get why someone would want to give up their freedom.
I've never gone to jail, but I wouldn't want to.
There were a few neighbours I knew as a kid who are in jail now.
It doesn't really surprise me. As kids they were delinquents.
Always in trouble for all kinds of things.
The neighbourhood itself...
People who live there didn't have much of a chance to begin with.
It's both nature and nurture. Their environment and their families.
How they are brought up and who is raising them and influencing them,
plus, where they are being brought up and those types of things.
Sometimes I wonder what I would have turned out like if I had stayed longer.
If I had to live there as a teenager.
Fortunately, my Grandmother was a great influence for me.
If I hadn't had her in my life, I would be a totally different person.
If my neighbours had someone in their lives, they'd be different people, too.
They might not have ended up in jail.
It's almost as though certain neighbourhood have certain 'cultures.'
I'm not saying I'm tough because where I grew up was rough.
All I'm saying is that I experienced some things others don't understand.
I guess that's why they volunteered to go to jail.
To experience things they just don't understand.
I guess they'll have an understanding once it's over.
At least I'd hope so. They've got to come away from that with something.
I wouldn't want to do something like that for nothing.
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