Log:
Today I tried to work on the rock wall without Rosie, which was less than successful.
After work I joined Noelle for hot chocolate and journal writing at Café Mokka. I appreciated the atmosphere and the cat with a stub of a tail. I found myself overhearing other conversations and wondering what brought these people to where they are today. At times it was difficult to think of anything to write, and through these breaks I realized that maybe I should take the hint and surrender my voice to my ears.

Questions:
-What stories have the café folks lived?
-How important are stories?
-How did Clover the cat lose most of his tail?

Quote of the day/Feelings:
As Noelle and I walked back to CCAT from Café Mokka, I was amused at how easily I get disoriented in unfamiliar places. I explained to her that I get too lost in conversation or looking at flowers along the way to notice which direction I should go. “I pay attention to everything but where I’m going.” This quote is metaphorical of my life as well. I tend to focus on exploring the path I’m on rather than plot out my course and believe I’ll follow it.