(1) Last night, for the first time since I started moving my stuff out of the old apartment, I got a good night's sleep.
(2) This happened even though I had gotten worked up about an hour beforehand when an old friend of mine from California was telling me what medications I am supposed to be taking, after I've repeatedly requested over the years he let me keep such matters between me and my doctors.
(3) Because I was annoyed by my Californian friend, I took a late night walk dnd ran into a fellow named Matt who works at the hospital, someone I've known casually for about six years up here in Idaho. In the conversation with him,. I noticed I was a completely different person than I was during my conversation with my Californian friend whom I've known since 1978. In fact, I was a much nicer guy. There's a life lesson here, and I'm grateful for it.
(4) It's not clear to me why old friends won't honor boundaries, but I have another friend from California who is always telling me what kinds of foods I am supposed to put into my body. I see a parallel between the two old friends, in that each of them dishonors boundaries I have stated, and it amounts to being disrespectful of my rights.
I then reflected and realized something. No matter how backwards and bizarre the State of Idaho can be, Idahoans are generally respectful of other people's rights. Maybe it's easier for us because we're not all crammed so tightly together as they are down there, but I sure am grateful to have found respect up here in Idaho.
(5) I had been uptight for days on end until last night, something snapped and I was able to shed many tears. Grateful for crying--which is cleansing--and grateful for the good night's sleep that transpired thereafter, seemingly as a result.
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