Three more.....I am actually writing one every day, I am just being really bad about updating them here.

Day 22 is first because that's the newest one, then Day 21, then Day 20.

In my Writing Capstone class,
fall semester of my senior year,
six months ago,
I did research on the traits of
ADHD, Autism, Depression, and Giftedness.
There are a lot,
and new ones I hadn't seen before.
Some of them overlap.
I have a lot of these traits.
A lot.
One of them is about making lists.
I am going away the end of this week.
I have been packing since May 1.
I need to make a written list
because I am starting to forget what is on
my mental list.
I have five notebooks packed,
for more writing.
I have rolls of different kinds of papers
for paintings with watercolors and inks.
I have various wood panels
for painting with egg tempera.
I have wooden frames
for weavings with yarns.
I have books
for reading late into the night.
I have mittens and note cards 
to sell at the gift shop.
I have my computer
to listen as background noise
while I work and
to finish typing out my last
eight days of Writing for 30 minutes a day
for 30 Days in May.

Day 21:

I almost forgot!
Almost 3 hours left
to Day 21.
It's been a crazy day,
meeting young friends from school,
a new breakfast place in town.
Mixed feelings of taking down
my senior thesis.
Excited for this summer,
for school being over,
for being able to do my own work.
Then off to pick up Ajax
to clean out the dining room,
to make space for him.
Grocery shopping.
I am not a huge fan of it.
But it must be done,
and so we did,
as quick as we could
and it still seemed to take forever.
I am watching thriller TV shows on Netflix
while I am vacuum sealing snacks,
proportioning out serving sizes
so I don't overeat when I am bored or
while I am painting,
when I get lost
in my work,
when I am not fully aware.
It has been a long day,
but I did not forget
Day 21.

Day 20:

Soooo tired.
I almost didn't write today.
It has been a long day,
an unproductive day,
sitting in an old gym,
watching disinterested people
wander by,
looking at our tables,
failing to make eye contact
because that means a one-sided
conversation of me trying to sell them something.
They look,
murmur it's beautiful,
your work is lovely,
what a neat idea,
but,
(I already know the answer)
(I didn't bring my wallet)
I didn't bring my wallet.
(Big Smile)
Oh, that's okay.
Did you take a business card?
My friend, Sebastian, comes through
the door shortly before noon,
saving me from sheer boredom.
He makes me laugh
and buys some of my note cards.
​My only sale of the day.