Wow, I haven’t written anything here since March. Let’s catch up. I’m now 224 days alcohol free. It’s been a great journey and one I have loved learning from. The power I have with a simple two letter sentence. No. Do you want a drink? No. End of story. No explanation needed. Just no. After the 30 Days clean in March, I realised I needed … Continue reading Let’s Catch Up
Life happens. Regardless if you actively participate in it or not. Your life, my life, it happens. After January’s writing challenge, I was exhausted from writing and being creative. I set my own writing and creating aside and helped Syd Rayne, set up the foundation for their art empire. It’s was fun learning crypto and NFTs and the difference between gauche paint and acrylic paint. … Continue reading Life, it Happens
It’s time to move out and to continuing growing up. Literally and figuratively. This is my last Saturday in my very first apartment here in Sydney. I’ve lived in an Art Deco building built in the 1930s for 4 years now. The apartment has been nothing but good to me. Giving me the sanctuary I needed from the world outside when needed, entertaining me with … Continue reading Moving Out and Growing Up
I owe a huge thanks to the one and only, Marcus (@barefoot_trainerđź‘Ł). In my eyes, it will never be enough to say thank you to him, because I owe him a million plus infinity of thank yous for challenging me and changing my life. One year ago today at 7:15am, I did my very first personal training session with Marcus. Today, 365 days later at 6:15am, I will walk … Continue reading Thank You Marcus
Last November, I walked into Flow Training Centre with one target in mind…get my shit together. Like I said in My Fitness Journey: Better Than Yesterday, I didn’t have a target weight loss. I didn’t have a target lift goal. I was only armed with a list of Why a Personal Trainer Now and Why I Can’t Do this Alone. I didn’t know then but my trainer, Marcus, (@barefoot_trainerđź‘Ł) would … Continue reading A Changed Life
I’ve been sitting and thinking about this post for a while. Do I write it? Do I post it? Do I share it? Does it even matter? Then I thought, what if today was the last day? The last day she decided that opioids were her answer and she quit for good or the last day she might be alive. What would I do? What could I … Continue reading What If Today Was the Last Day?
The hardest thing about this December 17th is that I cried daily leading up to it. I’m not talking about a few tears. I’m talking about cry until you get a god damn headache cry. Fuck the full moon. Fuck life. Fuck people. Fuck everyone. Fuck everything. As much as i try to be a positive person, I could not shake the giant dark cloud. … Continue reading Until Then, In the Darkness…
There are things in life that trigger your memory or memories, to a certain time, a certain place, a certain feeling, etc. For me, there are certain songs that will remind me of certain people or moments. Movie quotes that will take me instantly back to a time and a place. Hearing words pronounced wrong like champagne to “cham-pag-na” or adding an extra higher to “Electric … Continue reading Like a Memory
I’ve been working on this post for a while. How long is a while? In a writer’s world, too fucking long is how long but it’s been about 1000 days in the making. Huge exaggeration there, but this post has been sitting in my drafts for the last few months or so. The words haven’t flowed easily and my mind has had shiny quarter syndrome while writing it (that means it’s been distracted by all the things it wants to add into the post). I kind of feel that this is a hot mess of a post, so buckle up, keep your hands and feet inside, and enjoy the ride because this is my 4 AM conversation that I’m going to share even if no one is listening. You’re probably thinking, “WTF? 4 AM conversation?!?”Â
Continue reading “No Pen Required, An Honest Conversation (Mostly with Myself)”
I have a “Goliath” that is physically, mentally, and emotionally making me sick. It has put more fear in me than it should have. I have realized how much mental, emotional, and physical energy I HAVE ALLOWED myself to put into this fear and how much it has flatlined my soul. It made me realize that I have still been doing the “Dead Living” I wrote about last month. … Continue reading Vital Signs