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Thursday
Dec152016

#HBD2016, the it's all about me edition

Today was a fun day. I was fully prepared to write about my father and how this would be his 79th birthday and I was born in 1979, blah blah blah, but then I had a really bad day: I did not get a job I had interviewed for, it took nearly three hours to drive home from the job I'm stuck in and I now have to go back out in said storm to mail a package, leaving me with less time to pack for my "weekend" trip than I hoped.

At least I'll get to see my wife tomorrow.

So, happy birthday dad! I"m kind of glad you aren't here to see me at my self loathing; self deprecating worst.

Monday
Oct082012

So I took the month of September off... 

In my defence, I wasn't even in the country for two weeks.

Also in my defence, I have nothing to defend. It's just my own internal pressure to actually keep up this blog/site updated on a consistent basis.

So without getting too personal/specific (because we all know I don't do that here), I was on a European vacation in the middle of the month which was pretty great. I did have (spotty) internet access, so that's not an excuse for not updating, but I was just enjoying being unplugged from all things at home and just enjoying my life. Even the annoyances that I experienced were great, just because I was able to pull myself out of the daily drudgery of my "ordinary" life.

Now that I'm back and almost re-integrated back into society, something hit me. How inspired I am seems to be directly proportional to how bored I am. When I'm somewhere that I find exciting and engaging, it doesn't matter how many other things I have going on, I want to do even more. My creative juices start flowing and I feel great. When I'm in an environment where I feel disengaged, I have all the time in the world, but absolutely nothing could get me to be creative. I even start to question what exactly I was so excited about last weekend.

The busy excuse has effectively been debunked in my head. I know that I have all the time in the world to work on any number of projects I have floating around in my mind. The roadblock I have to get past is my own general malaise. I need to be able to use these projects as a way to drive my motivation and not have my lack of motivation be the reason none of my projects get accomplished.

Insert snappy final line here (because I got tired of staring at the screen with nothing coming).

Monday
Jun042012

I was going to write about something else...

...but, as it's known to do, life got in the way. This time though, I actually rolled with it.

Long story short, I had a tiring weekend, and the topic I was going to write about was going to take more energy than I have left. So instead, I'm going to pat myself on the back--sorry--about something entirely different that happened to me mere hours ago.

I was just about to complete one of my new weekly goals when I hit a few roadblocks--namely two huge douches. I pushed through (not literally), and when I got back home there was about half a second where I was about to focus on the two idiots instead of the fact that I had actually checked something off of my mental checklist. Shockingly, once this realization hit, I was actually able to put it behind me and actually feel good about the day. 

Progress? Definitely. Baby steps? Sure, but it's better than regressing.

Oh, and thanks to the two dudes for giving me something to write about (It's weird being the glass is half full guy. Good, but totally weird).

Tuesday
May222012

I wish I was alert enough to come up with a snappy title...

I've probably written about this before in one of my many other attempts at a blog, but it's once again time for my semi-annual stuff purge!

This time though, I hope it's a little different. Living in the past is probably too harsh a term, but I have been known to languish there from time to time and I seem to have this need to prove that certain things happened to me by hoarding things (although some of my better stories, like the time I was a carny for a summer have zero physical proof to back it up; not even a pay stub as I was paid under the table--of course I was, I was a carny!).

This being my third decade of being alive, one can imagine that means a virtual cornucopia of stuff has piled up. So much space being wasted by things that I probably will never need again. I mean do I really need 10 programs from my college's hockey team's various matches? Don't answer that.

I arrived home from work much more tired than I expected to be, but I didn't want there to be yet another excuse for not doing something, so I spent fifteen minutes and I cleaned out one Banker's Box of stuff. Sure some of it just went into another, less full box, but some of it did get trashed and theres one box worth of volume freed up in the storage space. It might not be much, but it's a start.

(Now watch what I'm about to do here...)

Being as tired as I am today, I didn't really want to write anything either, but just like the storage space, I knew that if I didn't put something down on virtual paper every couple of days, it might be another few months before I remembered I have a website (with more interesting contributors on the way, I promise!). I've never been a big baby step guy, but maybe that's why everything recently has seemed like such a mountain to climb.

(Horray for poorly constructed metaphors! Now on to the finale...)

So I apologize in advance for the boring posts that will surely follow, but if all I can do is move one small box at a time, that's better than drowning under a pile of movie stubs from 1998.