Y’know, it’s a little difficult not to be in control of things. Or to share control of something that you think is solely yours. As the team has gotten more involved they’ve taken on more responsibility – more of a stake. They’ve had to: I can’t do this by myself. And now it’s as much their campaign as it is mine. Which is great. It’s just a little difficult, sometimes, because this is so personal for me. From when I had my first meeting about it, to standing in front of the party membership, to knocking on that first door. Now it’s personal for them too. And I’m still getting used to that, I suppose.
 
Met one of the volunteers, who is helping me with correspondence, yesterday morning in Buswell’s Hotel. Chain on my bike went on the way in. Find myself in jeans and a t-shirt covered in oil sitting in Buswell’s when a host of political hotshots comes in prior to a press conference. Not very professional.
 
Back in Sandymount later that evening. Great canvass. Only I spoke with one lady and I know I didn’t impress her. I tried to sell her something that wasn’t me (I don’t know why) and she called me on it. I was a bit rude too. Really just wasn’t myself. And again it was towards the end of the canvass and I was tired. Have to watch that as nights get longer, etc.
 
A meeting of the core four followed the canvass. Good meeting but it went on and we were all tired at the end of it and a bit fed up maybe. I went home and to bed but my mind was still racing from the meeting and the canvass (I replay the canvass in my head sometimes, the people I met, the things I said, searching for things I need to improve upon, formulating better answers in my head – it drives me crazy). Was still awake when housemate left for work at 4am this morning.