Needing the washroom at 4 in the morning has never been such an ordeal.

I’ve been wandering around in a hazy state of mind. It’s a little difficult to explain but I feel like I’ve had to read things five times over before taking them in - and conversations around me seem to just fly by. A restless night can make your ability to focus just vanish. I really didn’t expect to start feeling this way so soon.

A few of us decided to fast on the first day to really get a more genuine experience. It is entirely different from when I did the 30 hour famine. The combination of no sleep, no food, and having to haul my shelter around in a recycled bag is draining to say the least. There are times when it feels like I’m either permanently chilled to the bone or burning up - not too much in between.

Definitely a rude awakening so far. Two friends walked by me today without realizing who I was. I’m going to see if this number goes up over the next few days. Something tells me it will.

The thing that really stands out to me right now is that the end of this campaign feels like a lifetime away but either way, I know it will be over. I’m not sure where I would find the energy if I didn’t see an end in sight. I think what’s been keeping my spirits high through all of this is support and humanity I’ve received. It makes a world of a difference when people come up just to talk or to ask about the cause.

They say (in the context of business at least) that every bad impression or experience has to be neutralized by 10 good ones. It kind of implies that people naturally place bad experiences at the forefront of their minds. The last day has made me feel like it’s the complete opposite. The little good moments have been more than enough to get me though.

I think at the end of the day you remember whatever you don’t come across too often. It’s weird to realize how little notice people pay to the subtle blessings everywhere until they’re taken away. I think everyone would start every morning with the thank you game