a random thought that I probably need to internalize and make a part of me:

my happiness and peace of mind are as important and valuable as anyone else's happiness and peace of mind. Furthermore, my happiness and peace of mind are more important than mere convenience is to someone else.

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I go to meetings tomorrow. They are in Claremore, a city I've never been to. I'm half-hoping that Claremore will have either a Michael's or a bookstore or something like that. I'm leaving early enough so it won't be dark before I get there - I don't like hunting for the place I'm supposed to stay in a town I've never been to in the dark.

I've promised myself that after the week I've had, if there's a neat bookstore (or even a chain bookstore other than Hastings which I am boycotting) or a Michael's or a JoAnn's or even a Hobby Lobby, I'm going to give myself a few minutes there, either Thursday evening or Friday after the meetings are over.

(updated: doesn't look to promising; the place is smaller than I thought. They list a scrapbook store and the wal-mart supercenter as "craft supply stores." This probably isn't the place for me to vent my spleen about scrapbooking, but suffice it to say, it's a hobby I simply don't "get." I suppose it's because I'm a bitter old spinster woman with no adorable children and no adorable pets and there's something kind of creepy about the thought of making a scrapbook featuring the socks you've knit over the years....)