It seems to be harder and harder these days to get myself to sit down at a computer for a couple minutes that it takes to update this thing. Between work, yoga, and just plain sleeping, I'm exhausted. I barely have the energy to get up and meditate in the morning and then again at night. It's day 75 and I've forgotten him. Not a I-hate-you forgetting, but a I-can't-get-too-attached- must-let-go forgetting. It's strange, having to come up with that self-concept once again. Does caring for someone do that? Take away the idea of who you are due to being concerned with what is best for the other person, or is it better to remain apart, and risk never having real connection? I've been trying to step back on to the spiritual path, but doing so after being lost in the woods, adventuring for so long, the pre-trodden seems almost too tame. What could be tamer than the Buddha? Then again, perhaps my challenge lies in making that serenity an all around thing. This world we live in isn't tame at all. Summer is wearing me thin. I count the days until classes start again: 62.