Where am I? What am I doing? Why am I here?
Respectively, lying on the couch covered in a blanket. Writing while my mind spins. My guess, this is some form of habit or coping strategy. When the mind won’t slow, sit down and knit, draw, or write. I guess I’ll write. . . I do enjoy it.
It’s been since, what, June/July-ish of last year since I’ve posted anything? And I’m pretty sure fatigue or burnout, as usual, was the culprit. I’m betting its more than just here that gives me the stresses. Likely culprits are work, the occasional girlfriend, unforeseen emergencies. I feel like I could do better in all categories and what I get in return seems of unequal value to whats given. I guess that’s life.
I dunno, maybe there’s a dissonance or the exchange rates have changed, the memo was poorly distributed. Its been hard to keep up with the times slumped in my tiny yet comfortable habitat.
What have I been doing with myself since last here?
I dunno if its because I’m late in life, midlife crisis, or a manic episode. But I’m at a point where I feel like I have about ten years left to maximize the skill sets that I’ve accrued and match those with any wisdom earned. And maybe, just maybe, find a renaissance. My mission: build something that’ll carry me to and through retirement. If I’m lucky, a little legacy.
What form all of that comes in? I’m sure details will bleed into posts as I write.
My life balance right now is phenomenal. I’m the happiest I’ve been in a couple of years. I’ve been putting in the work exercising, eating well, and staying focused. I’m not sure how long these calm seas will last, but for now I can appreciate them.