Week 18 + 19: fuck those weeks

 Alright so here’s the thing about the ebb and flow of work: sometimes maybe good and sometimes maybe shit. Well the past two weeks have been certified maybe shit to the point that it almost threw my entire year into a tailspin. But: I’m alive and kicking and still on my bull shit: let’s talk about that: and my overuse of some colons:

So I’ve been tagged with coordinating this big leaders conference for the past 5-6 months and boy oh boy did it all come to a head last week. That said; two weeks ago was the last week i had for planning, preparing, coordinating, and crying. Oh and i was playing single dog dad while fulfilling the hardest role in the US Army: dislocated army spouse. So suffice to say two weeks ago was alright. Kept up the gym and proper diet and everything knowing that during execution everything was falling off the fuckin rails and boy did it.

Dude last week was fucking rouuuuuuuuuuuuugh. I’m talking up at 0400 and home at 1800, dogs alone all day, running around so lunch was a grab and go and haven’t smelled a gym since the third. I’m happy to report that the thing happened, it all went to shit and came together at the same time which is expected for my planning (I’m not a bad officer I’m just not an event coordinator so fight me). 

Now on to the rad shit: jennica flew out to colorado and we went to see mother fuckin Turnpike Troubadours at mother fuckin red rocks! Holy shit they opened with fourteen straight bangers and i nearly lost my shit on all of them. You know the feeling of going to a concert and singing every single song? It’s been a while but getting that back was absolutely rad. Other than that we sat on the couch and played ocarina of time, life truly is good when work doesn’t get in the fucking way.

So I’m one week divorced from the gym and i want to get that back. I’m sitting in my mother’s living room about to play golf and hang out for Mother’s Day and Jennica’s birthday. Do i have mild anxiety of getting back in the gym after a mild break? Yes. Do i feel like a massive weight has been lifted off of my chest and i can focus my efforts back solely to driving the road to right (roll credits…again)? Also yes. But all in good time. Sorry for leaving y’all high and dry. I’m alive and well-ish just sorta and fuck it we bawl/ball.

NFCWFH / IGY6 / 988 / SCW / 107