Lazy moose.

I haven't been writing nearly enough lately (I know, it breaks your heart). I'm watching my sister in the mornings next week, so I'm not sure how my summer reading is going to be done...ah well.

I've been told that it's a good idea to figure out what you like about yourself, and tell yourself about this over and over -- I think it's useless. Who needs to be reminded that the only thing they like about themselves is their third toe on their left foot? Seriously, though, I like my hands. They aren't slender like Jocelyne's, nor are they strong like Kelsey's, and they certainly aren't the most beautiful hands in the world...BUT I like them. After all, they're the only flexible part of my body, and more importantly they can play music. Let's hope this doesn't evolve into a minor obsession.

Something I dislike, now. Coming out of the water. It's coming back down to Earth, and you hit hard. You feel heavy, hot, and the water running down your back becomes a burden rather than a blessing. In the water, believe it or not, I can be graceful. I am at ease, calm, perfectly in control of my movements. Yes, believe it or not. Perhaps I'm part duck.

Don't look now, but there's still hope for the future.