Phil writes in his notebook:

I’m feeling, I don’t know, ridiculous.
3 weeks have already passed since school got out, and the days just blend together in my head. Why does this always happen? I make all these new plans, but then I just do the same old things over and over. Only my diet seems to be working. I guess because it’s a habit now.

I went on my usual Father’s Day walk yesterday. It was good! I really needed it.
I can feel dad so much on those streets. It’s weird how strong my memories are of him on our paths. Much more than when I’m in the house with mom.

I don’t think he’d understand my life right now. He was always so active. Hated to sit still. Hated, really, to be in the house. He said his mind worked better when his body was moving. That’s where he got all his ideas, walking those streets.

It’s funny, when I was walking yesterday I started thinking of all the streets in our town that I’d never been down. I feel like I know the whole town, but really it’s just a few set paths. There are actually all these gaps, like clouds floating over the map in my head. The weird part is that it doesn’t feel like anything’s missing. It feels complete, even though it’s not.

I’m going to try again. I’m going to really do things this week. I’m going to read this next week and hold myself to it. Dad always said it was never too late to change your life. Another week, another chance!