S2 E20: Lost and Found

Last week was equal parts really unfortunately rough and nostalgically awesome, not simultaneously but more-so we started bad and ended better. It’s not secret (because of this blog) that I’ve spent the last year and a half really going through it as I’ve worked to put my life back together in a better, happier, and healthier way. I could not have gotten to where I am without my friends and i feel like a much more present friend than i was in the past. While that makes the happy times brighter, it also makes parting that much more morose and bitter. Monday was the last full day I got to spend with Tanner before taking him to the airport Tuesday morning. Tanner is an incredibly selfless and uplifting person that has been one of my biggest supporters of this period of recovery and is also the bastard that awoke my obsession and addiction to Magic: The Gathering. It was an awesome opportunity to return his kindness by helping him clear his apartment, hosting him for the night and cooking us a 🔥 departure steak dinner before dropping him off the next morning. I’ve, of course, gotten used to the digital/distance friendship thing and we’ll be playing magic through the gift of the internet but I will miss magic nights and his companionship.

He received a shout out last week (two weeks ago? I’m not looking back through to see) but last week was also my last opportunity to roll against the freshly minted blue belt Connor before he and his family roll out to their new home back down south. Connor’s impact on not just my Jiu Jitsu, but also my recovery and strengthening have been paramount. From welcoming me to the sport to talking me into competing for the first time, homie never failed to uplift the spirits and pass on whatever technique he knew to others. He’s one of those guys where the success of others is more important than his own and his positivity can lift even the most bummed out dude up off the ground. Both of these men have had an intense impact on me over the last two years and their departures hit like a truck. Best wishes to both of yall on your next adventures.

Now for the uplifting and happy part of the week, this past weekend saw my return to OA campouts in the shape of the spring fellowship/ordeal. In middle and high school I put forth a lot of time and effort into the Order of the Arrow (Boy Scouts honor society…basically). Since returning to scouting as an adult leader, I’ve been helping out here and there with the OA but this weekend I really stepped up as an alternate adviser to the Inductions committee. I started the weekend by catering a dinner for 15-18 volunteers and continued from there helping out where I was needed and running all around the park. The thing is, OA was such a huge part of my life growing up and when I was off to college I left it all behind. Just like that, it became a past life, a memory to look fondly back on but not experience again. To return to that part of me and live in the environment was so nostalgically warm and great that i kinda got lost in it for a minute. The hour and change drive home from the weekend i had the radio off and just reminisced on that past life. I’m excited to continue being a part of it again, plus everyone loved my dinner. I did enchiladas, Spanish rice, and a jicama avocado salad, and fucking knocked it out of the park. I mean…the amount of compliments i got grew my hat size by double or triple…I’m the best ever 😂 

Accountability wise: not the best week. Didn’t roll enough, didn’t lift enough, didn’t read enough, hardly ate enough. I was just super busy and kinda down for a bit of it. That said I’m writing this while lifting so we are back at it. Oh shit i also did a video game date night with the wifey and through some disc golf at a new course Sunday morning. So yeah, it may not have been the best week but it certainly had its high notes. Next week’s entry is gonna be fucking wild…stay turned 🤙🏽 


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