Road to Right: Justin’s accountability tour

 How come we only ask kids what they want to be when they grow up? And why do we relegate the answer to only careers? This past week’s overall theme has been me discovering new things I want to do and new versions of me I want to be. Like i want to run a half marathon this year, i want to get more into BJJ (Brazilian jiu-jitsu), I want to learn how to play the guitar, and I want to be more bookworm-ish. With all the said, people only care about what careers little kids want to enter and I think that’s lame. Can we just ask kids what their dreams are and go from there…please? It would be hella cool. That and ask grown ass adults what their dreams are too, we’ve also got growing up to do and futures ahead of us. Continuing the grind this past week hitting all of my lifts and my runs. Fun fact, running at altitude still fucking sucks and i don’t think it will be getting easier any time soon. No weigh-ins or body composition tests until next Monday so numbers will be rolling in then. D...

 We had a cat named Kismet growing up, one of the Siamese cats that looked exactly like the creepy ones from the Aristocats. Beautiful disaster of a cat really. See Kismet had this habit of taking a piss on every surface in the house…I think it was one of those “you can take the cat out of the streets” situations. Kismet, by the way, means fate or destiny. Well Kismet’s kismet was to be invited out the front door and not invited back in (I wont dox the responsible party…just as long as yall know it wasn’t me). The amount of random signs, messages, or applicable vignettes I’ve encountered this week is astounding. Really getting back into the gym and kitchen to fix your neglected body composition? Well turns out your local neighborhood supplement store is running a weight loss challenge. Bothered by an overabundance of guilt or regret? Turns out your therapist wants to deep dive into your cognitive distortions. Maybe it’s as simple as going to church for the first time in ages and si...

 But seriously, lunges can go fuck themselves. I don't know how we can knock out 2-3 different exercises focused on the lower body but it's the lunges that make me want to die by falling down the stairs in the gym. The absolute worst, I wish to speak to their manager. Getting a clear head and feeling like the best version of yourself is really an under-celebrated feeling. Even though the stressors are still the same (and in some cases worse, thanks Army), there is a distinct lack of downward spirals. Quite the opposite in fact, I'm staring down the barrel of bad news and excited about the outcomes way one or the other. Had to laugh the other day when one of my many bosses heard some news and pulled me in to see if I was going to be ok alone for the weekend. "Ya know sir, I'm actually going to be more than fine, I expect to have a great weekend". Dude wasn't ready for that. Speaking of not being ready for my response, one of the new counselors I saw last we...

     I remember the first time I used the serenity prayer (or at least referenced it) on social media. Couldn't find the post but I spelled wisdom "wisedom" and my loving older sister was the absolute first person to let me know that I spelled it wrong. This was before the edit function and I didn't feel like deleting the post to write a new one so I just rolled with it. I had no clue at the time how important the serenity prayer would become to me. I'm a smart guy: not to be a braggadocio or anything but I'm pretty good at applying knowledge and logic to a situation and, aided by past experience, come up with solutions to problems. My flaw is putting those solutions into action, in that I don't. I'm the annoying guy in the corner saying "yo that's fucked up, here is how we can fix it" then applying 0.0 lbs of effort into solving the problem.      07FEB21, 31MAY22, and 26JAN24. IYKYK, if you don't you won't. There is a stark diffe...