Day 10. There were some servants of Saruman sneaking around. Thankfully they did not perceive my intentions to left the White Hand.
Day 1 In the end, I either choose PMO or I don't. There's nothing in between for me. I don't choose PMO. I don't choose to relapse. I'm letting it go now and move on instead. That's it.
Excellent brother. You´re entering the rocky hills of Emyn Muil. Beware, for it´s easy to loose the path here.
Congratulations, from Barad-Dûr to Isengard and then to the Shire, we´re you are . You took off the ring and you´re now longer a force of PMO. But you know as long as the ring lives it will dominate you. There is no rest. So there´s only one way out: destroy it! You must travel to the place where he was made, where everybody wants to stay away. You made a map of the journey and your heart trembles. You know the journey is long, never taken before and full of perils. So courage my brother, and good luck!!!! Let´s go!!!!!
One more day of walking dear Fellowship. Proud of you, not a single relapse today. Excellent my brothers, keep it up “Frodo gave a cry, and there he was, fallen upon his knees at the chasm's edge. But Gollum, dancing like a mad thing, held aloft the ring, a finger still thrust within its circle.”
Check in, two days down Felt unfocused and misguided today. Working on a better schedule and plan to prevent the same feeling tomorrow. Uncertainty leads to anxiety which is a streak killer if left unchecked.
Day 27. Almost to Weathertop in the book and caught up to where I am in the challenge. Amon Sûl it was called in the days of the North Kingdom. "It is told that Elendil stood there watching for the coming of Gil-galad out of the West, in the days of the Last Alliance." Gil-galad was an Elven-king. Of him the harpers sadly sing: The last whose realm was fair and free between the Mountains and the Sea. His sword was long, his lance was keen, his shining helm afar was seen; the countless stars of heaven's field we're mirrored in his silver shield. But long ago he rode away, and where he dwelleth none can say; for into darkness fell his star In Mordor where the shadows are.