Derailed but on the Mend

The cast comes off tomorrow. Typing with one hand has seriously derailed my blogging, much less my job requirements. The biggest thing has been derailing my fitness though. Golfing, boxing, sparring, yoga, kettlebells, riding my bike, walking the dogs, everything has gotten cast aside while I heal. It’s probably good that I’m resting. I’ve been going a little too hard and ‘ve got big things to focus on. The final exam for the hunting license is on Friday, the hunt on Sunday. I’ve likely got my job through the end of the year so I have to ramp up my business and take advantage of the potential for business through the holidays. January is going to be interesting.

On a side/personal note. I was just working in my yard, taking down the Halloween spider webs that had become entangled with everything, and thinking about how grateful I was to celebrate it at my home this year. Previous years I’ve worked my ass off to get costumes made, make the Parent Punch, decorate, get candy...make it special. Last year my ex was acting more neurotic, not helping except to hand out candy and act like a spaz with the fog machine. I couldn't stand my life, but I was still trying my hardest. This year I bailed on making costumes because of my hand, but I still decorated, made parent punch, got a bunch of candy, and put the previous years costumes on the dogs. As I was dismantling the decorations, something was making me smile so hard my face hurt. And then I started thinking about how wrecked I was over Friend Zone a few weeks ago. Like near fetal position. I keep thinking about if someone from the future could tell me that I’d be ecstatically happy while simply caught in a rayon web and pulling glitter skulls out of my heirloom pumpkin patch after I masturbated to thoughts of getting plowed by one of my vendors and listening to 50 Cent, I wouldn’t have believed them. I wish I could preserve that feeling when I’m insanely down and lonely. Remember how great I felt over the tiniest things, and completely self fulfilled.

I’ve got a date with a finance guy tomorrow night. In about a third of his photos he’s attractive, the others it’s questionable. But when he called me on the phone we hit it off, although he made me sound like a spaz because of my Tinder profile. I may have edited it drunk recently.

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