Where to start…
I’ve gotten a bit lazy on working out. I put on a little weight which ain’t necessarily a bad thing but it’s driving me nuts that I haven’t gone running. It’s too fucking hot to run outside but I’ll have to push myself. Yuck.
I am single and enjoying it. I decided I didn’t want to date again for a while and I actually feel good about that!
I’ve got the usual problems – money, job, car, time. I’m running short on all of that. In a few months I’ll be set I suppose and running in the positive but I’m contemplating changing jobs already. Something that is higher paying. It would also help me lateral into a job that I want to do. Not that I don’t like my current job, per se, I do not see much room for growth. Not in this town.
I’ve been feeling a mix of depression and happiness lately. I dabbled here and there to see if I could get a date, then when I did I realized I didn’t want it. She did not take that very well and instead tried blaming it on a red herring. I admit it was bad timing but only because she sent something before I had a chance to send mine. Fuck it, I will let her believe whatever she wants to get her through the day. I’m happier for it though I did not wish to make her sad. I finally realized that I do in fact want to be single for a while, especially when I don’t have my shit together yet. The money situation is super tight and I have to budget everything which isn’t a bad thing but it just doesn’t make me happy being this short. The car crapping out and needing get fixed drained whatever future resources I had which means I have to unbury myself from that debt as well.
I’m pursuing this other job for the moment even though I didn’t want to leave my boss high and dry. But you know what? Fuck it, I’m doing what’s best for me. I’m tired of explaining myself to others and bend over backwards for them. I already told myself I wouldn’t do that and here I do it again! Jeez! Fuck all that noise.
