Venting Required

Hi, everybody.

I’m sorry. I need to vent.

I’ve had one fucking hell of a day at work. Three proposals, three no’s. Shit.

The worst part of it all? I have no fucking clue where I went wrong. I’ve been diligent in my research, curious with my questions, and mapped solutions to all pain points, yet I’m walking away with nothing. Oh, and my boss witnessed it all. That part sucks, too.

I wasn’t going to write today, but already it’s made me calm down a bit. I know this blog post isn’t probably what you wanted to read when you clicked in but hey, maybe I’ll write something influential next time.

I guess when I think about it, I don’t think I did do anything wrong or incorrect. If anything, these proposals were out of my control after a certain point, whether it was cost or timing. I need to remind myself that I am good at my job and I do drive results. Also, my career doesn’t define me. I’d love to move out of sales but I don’t know where I would go. That’s the main problem. That’s where I really need to figure something out.

I wish you well. Try not to beat the shit out of yourself.

C’MON, MAN

Hi, everybody.

Yeah, aggressive title.

My dog chewed through another couch. Not the brand new one, but what was left of the other couch he chewed up (it was a sectional). Not fun to come home to. Not fun.

I don’t know what to do next with this little guy. He’s good six out of sevens days of the week. But when he messes up, he messes up. And believe me, I try a lot to get it to stop.

I do a pseudo command thingy my buddy taught me. That works majority of the time. Not all the time. It needs to work all the time. I spray a taste and smell deterrent on the items he’ll most likely chew up (COUCHES) before I leave. I make sure he gets plenty of exercise, usually fetch and two walks a day. That’s enough. Also, there’s another dog here he loves to play with. He has enough resources in front of him to be an absolute perfect doggo.

I chalk it up to the pandemic. He’s so attached that he sometimes suffers from separation anxiety. Will he ever not chew up a valuable couch? Who the hell knows. He’s lucky he’s cute.

I wish you well. Try not to beat the shit out of yourself.

Morning Mind

Hi, everybody.

You can tell I’m running out of topics. I think I’ve titled something like this before, but honestly can’t remember. Also, don’t feel like doing a quick search. Deal with it. However, it does look like I need to sit down and write down a list of possible future topics. For now, deal with it.

Morning thoughts aren’t like shower thoughts. Not crazy. Not profound in any certain way. Just thoughts. Usually lackluster thoughts but clear thoughts. At least that’s what mine are in the morning. More of a problem-finding type of deal than a problem-solving type of deal.

Does that make sense? Maybe? OK, good enough.

I can’t decide if I should truly take a day off from training, but I think my sore body will help my mind out with that decision.

I have a woman over that’s really nice but I would like some alone time today.

I overbooked myself again. Tonight will be a shitshow.

I’m tired. I wouldn’t mind if my morning thoughts rolled back into/under a blanket.

I love watching my dogs play in the morning. I think I’ll end with this, especially since I stopped writing to take some photos and videos. I completely lost my train of thought, and maybe that’s a good thing.

Let’s just enjoy this day. Enough thinking.

I wish you well. Try not to beat the shit out of yourself.

Busy Boxing Day = Quick Blog

Hi, everybody!

Just got done getting my face and liver hit. Great way to start your day (honestly). Pro tip: Always best to hit your opponent more than he hits you. Today that went in my favor.

I need to hop in the shower. It’s time to go coach the two children classes I teach on Sunday mornings, followed by training my Pops, bringing in my boxers to spar each other, then finish off with some sand volleyball.

It’s a busy, lovely day. Weather is great, too. I don’t really have too much on my mind, honestly. I feel like this week, since I’ve written so much, I’ve been able to flesh out so much for myself.

I’ve told you to try writing, haven’t I? Most of the time I’m writing here, I’m asking myself a question. About halfway through, maybe sometimes a bit longer, I have an answer to that question. That’s what writing does for me. It also slows me down. I write so damn fast that everything around me slows down. My day seems to slow down, too. Writing is medicine for me. I hope you can find something as healing for you along this journey, too. I’m still here with you.

Welp, time to get back to it.

Oh, that’s the 7-day streak, baby. Fuck yeah.

I wish you well. Try not to beat the shit out of yourself.