Flying Bear

Ah yes, Mondays – the day of the week where the weekend fun takes a backseat to workweek adulting. In the spirit of making the week tasks arrival a little easier to handle I present this bit of entertaining exciting motivation. May it make the week easier to get into.
Of course, if this is not the start to your week, just come back when it is – the excitement will be here when you need it.

Don’t ask how …

The Duck, Get In

Ah yes, Mondays – the day of the week where the weekend fun takes a backseat to workweek adulting. In the spirit of making the week tasks arrival a little easier to handle I present this bit of entertaining exciting motivation. May it make the week easier to get into.
Of course, if this is not the start to your week, just come back when it is – the excitement will be here when you need it.

Nope, No time to Explain.

Turtle Rides

Ah yes, Mondays – the day of the week where the weekend fun takes a backseat to workweek adulting. In the spirit of making the week tasks arrival a little easier to handle I present this bit of entertaining exciting motivation. May it make the week easier to get into.
Of course, if this is not the start to your week, just come back when it is – the excitement will be here when you need it.

No Time to Explain, We’re going for Turtle Rides!!

Let’s Get Weird

Do you feel that? That feeling of victory, success, even (dare I say it) joy? That is the feeling of Friday, the gateway to the weekend fun and excitement. Now to kick through that gateway with a little humor.

It’s getting weird in here …

Bad News for a Hunter

Ah yes, Mondays – the day of the week where the weekend fun takes a backseat to workweek adulting. In the spirit of making the week tasks arrival a little easier to handle I present this bit of entertaining exciting motivation. May it make the week easier to get into.
Of course, if this is not the start to your week, just come back when it is – the excitement will be here when you need it.

I think they mean business. Get in.

I got words …

So, I got words.. I usually don’t talk about myself, but as the last year (and change) has been a less than auspicious time (careful Firefly reference intro over…) and I have to get some stuff out. Since this is my site, I feel like I can use it to get said stuff out. It will be 20 years this June that my dad passed away from a relatively brief and intense battle with cancer, diagnosed because he was unable to eat. 11 years ago I have to pack up and leave my home and move down south – turns out mortgages don’t get paid on good intentions and when no one wants to give you a job you have to go where the work is. Just about 4 years ago I came to this strange conclusion that depression will try to take everything if you let it – it was a shock, but I went to ask for professional help. It wasn’t a quick or easy road, and it took my recent break from social media to cement the realization that I have just been drifting, letting life happen. Sure, I finished college and started my career, but once I accomplished these goals I just kept things at a status quo, never really moving off course of day to day. Looking back I have said and done things that I am not proud of – things to keep people at arms length, keep them from disturbing my path of day to day existence, or worse make them think I wasn’t listening and didn’t care. I won’t get into specifics as I want to put those things in the past and leave them there where they belong. It turns out though that I have the honor of knowing some pretty awesome people and to them I have to say a thank you, and an apology for those things I said to keep people away.

So what does this mean for the future? … I don’t know yet, but the hardest part is done, acknowledging the problem. I’ve been trying to put all this into words for a couple weeks now and in that time I have been paring down – selling old gear that I bought that kept me bouncing from one day to the next. It has helped getting to that focus of who and what is most important. It is still a day to day battle, but I’m starting to feel like I’m regaining some direction … This is not a ‘woe is me’ post or with a bunch of excuses, but now that I’ve spilled my guts, I have made my progress out of this rut not just something that I have to hold myself accountable for, but something that everyone can smack me around and hold me accountable for (and I know a few people who will, because they did 4 years ago), actions speak louder than words.

More will come, as putting this into words feels like a positive step to breaking out.