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Maybe not the best way to start the GP, but what can I say? Better late than never.

Day 1 - The first was my first day of photography class. It was so awesome. It felt so great to be back in a structured learning environment again. I was grateful to have finally had the guts to go back.

Day 2 - Saturday I was grateful that it was a holiday weekend, and class was postponed until the following Friday (my class is Fridays and Saturdays). I don't get to spend a lot of time with WD these days. We both work too much, and now that I am going to school, there will be weekends where we don't really see each other at all.

Day 3 - Sunday I don't remember terribly well, but I am grateful that I found that special swim shampoo that Vicky was talking about. With all the heavy conditioning I have been doing lately, the removal of the chlorine makes my hair look and feel like the Pantene commercial girls.

Day 4 - Monday was BC day - a bank holiday to even the stats out for this time of year. I love being out on stats because the city is quiet like a Sunday morning when everyone else is at church. I was grateful for the peace.

Day 5 - Tuesday is another day that passed in somewhat of a blur. I was very grateful for our swimming pool. The added stress at work, and the lack of any foreseeable vacation has caused my insomnia to flare (which means that regular things like housework and many smaller projects get lost in the haze of sleep deprivation. Swimming these days is the only thing that helps me to sleep normally. I am thinking of moving it up to four or maybe five days a week.

Day 6 - Wednesday I finally redid my resume and applied for those other jobs. I am grateful for the courage to toss all my new plans out just to see what happens.

Day 7 - Thursday I was grateful for WD. Thursday afternoon was rushed because he had to go to work just a couple hours after I got off work, but we still managed to have a decent dinner together and make a quick trip to the library (hooray for Poe!)

Day 8 - Today I am grateful for memories. I had a very strange dream about losing my black pearl (it's a necklace that my mother gave to me when I was young). I remember chasing after it and running over and swimming through half frozen water. I woke up trying to remember whether or not I actually still had it at all (a lot of my things are lost in storage at the moment because this apartment is too small to have ever fully unpacked).

I do have a treasure box where I keep all of the very special things that I inherited from my mother. I opened it up after crawling out of bed, and there it was, shining out from its little gold cage. I never really wear it because I don't wear gold jewellery, but I think I will today. I think it is important.

--Phae