S2 E42-43: work, Vegas, and the Dallas cowboys
I’m trying out a new format on this blog mainly because the posts are already stream of consciousness so I figure why not just record them and do voice to text and then go back through and edit so we’ll try it out. who knows? anyways another combined entry. It started to bug me but at the same time it’s cause I’m caught up spending time with friends and family and all that. sometimes my life outside of this blog has to take priority over the life inside of it so here we are.
what happened two weeks ago? I worked. I worked like three days that week and then went to Vegas for when we were young. Saw The Amity Affliction for the first time and a bit of my soul healed that day just screaming drag a lake at the top of my lungs. was an amazing experience to say the least. the rest of the bands on the main stage killed: Beartooth killed, Panic again was cool. It was cool. It was a good time.
Other stories in Vegas. I mean nothing much really stands out. Oh, we went to the medieval night thing in Excalibur and that was kind of cool but other than that we just sorta walked around and watched Football and gambled a little bit. I broke even throughout the weekend so that’s cool, mainly because I won a ridiculous hand of blackjack on the last…really the last hand that I played before I went to the airport so yeah, I came back from Vegas and went back to work and just worked a couple days in a row.
Then dad flew in on Saturday and really had a no huddle offense kind of weekend. See I got us tickets to the Cowboys game so happy birthday old man that was really cool. Taking dad to his first NFL game, It was really fun. We lost because the Dallas Cowboys are still, in fact, the Dallas Cowboys and just so happens that we suck so anyways now onto the part of the blog where I kinda talk about what’s going on in my head.
what’s the topic of the day… what’s rising to the surface? what has been bugging me recently and mainly it’s the fact that I keep getting in my own way. Dude, I’m trying to be a fortuneteller you know. I accept that the five successive decisions have already been made and then I fret about steps six, seven, and eight when one through five haven’t occurred. as smart as I think I am I am not a fortuneteller. I can’t see the future, especially in the past like 6 to 7 weeks. I have caught myself creating catastrophes out of nowhere, where I assume that you know a certain number of assumptions are facts and then I base all of my worrying off of that, but I never took a step to confirm that those assumptions were accurate. as it turns out they weren’t. It’s kind of a good sign though when you think about it right? like if your main point of worry is seven steps down the road then either a) one through six are kind of given based off of what your daily routine looks like or b) you just have no conflict there. it’s OK to relax in that sweet spot. It’s OK to sit in the comfort zone of stuff that you know and not worry about the future you know…give yourself a break. life throws so much stress at us these days that we need to find all of the opportunities to take a fucking breath that we can.
You know, I feel like a very common piece of advice that I’ve handed out over the past couple weeks is that you don’t always have to be in grind mode. Like the grind mindset is awesome because that means that you value hard work and you’re dedicated to the game and you know you really wanna get ahead and that’s great! but like it is not sustainable to be in grind mode permanently 24 seven 365. that is not realistic in the least bit you’re going to burn yourself out. part of the whole “be nice to yourself” thing is grant yourself some time for dedicated recovery. whether that’s physical recovery, mental recovery, spiritual recovery Fuckin take a break. Take a nap. You’ve earned it. Jesus. Life is hard man. Find all efficiencies that you can you. why stand if you can sit, sit if you can lay down, be awake if you can take a nap. life is hard already as it is. Cut yourself some slack. Try to make it a little easier on yourself. all right you guys have fun. Be safe or protection and I can’t see where I’m going. Holy shit all right thanks.
I lift in the morning before slate has to go to work, eat breakfast and shower change on non-BJJ mornings, go train if it is one of those mornings, then go to work and hang out with cool people for a few hours. That’s fuckin healthy dog.
The knee is coming along, last week we started running and hooooooooooooooooly fuck. Was not ready for that level of impact with motion. So that’s basically the next big hurdle in the pt game plan is start working on running. He’s taking it easy though because I’m mid-squatober. Last Friday was the three month surgery follow up and judging by the reaction from my surgeon…i think my PT is gonna get a raise. And spoiler for next weeks entry…i got on the mats and drilled today (don’t tell anyone).
It hasn’t been all rainbows and unicorns. New life events kinda suck when you don’t get to share em with your ride or die homie #1 fr fr ongod. Would’ve been way cooler to share that experience. Deployments are hard. Only a few more months until the kids get mom back 🥲
The good days are worth the bad. It’s never particularly “easy” to remember that when in the midst of bad days, that dark do be dark sometimes. But having a string of good days when you are nowhere near used to that is a fun thing to experience. You know, natural smiles. Like the taste of a Swiss roll mid-diet. Savor the sunny days, nobody protects sunny days for adults and i think that’s a damn shame. Age doesn’t determine accessibility to happiness, that’s your character that does that. Now go spread sunshine, weirdos.
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