March, for me, is about new beginnings. Six years ago on St. Patrick’s Day, rather than reminiscing over memories of my childhood dog and the joy he brought, I selfishly indulged. Photos of Patrick aren’t full of regret, rather, his smiling face encourages me to smile. I lost something between then and now. I don’t what exactly, but some sort of profound hole of satisfaction. We had smiles when we were young. Let’s keep smiling.
I can envision the final scene of the Pollyanna Arc of “The Story” so clearly in my mind. Everything from the white linoleum tiles to the characters. It’s just there are hurdles to address. Primarily, an ending requires a story to precede it, the skill of which I am not yet confident I can write. Secondarily, the world of John [left] and Trishna [right] are not “there” yet. Tertiarily… let’s back up a few steps.
Spoilers?: Minor (brainstorming, worldbuilding, character-building)
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One nicety of regular fitness is that you can easily monitor your health, like a videogame health bar, so you can adjust your routines if you notice any dips. If I don’t feel like doing a rowing or yoga set, then I know something’s up. Tracking my stats, in addition to social accountability, helps me quickly identify problem areas that could be blocking progress toward building up my physical and mental tolerances toward handling stress.
Accomplishing any goal requires internal motivation and external motivation. My internal motivation to burn 60 pounds in 6 months nearly 10 years ago was my desperation to get out of terrible health. My external motivation was a convenient gym membership. Similar desperation rekindled that internal motivation last year. Unfortunately, internal motivation disappears without external motivation. That was initially just this weekly column, then daily social media accountability, now, a natural addition to my home gym. (…And eventual set?)
Some offensives I still carry even years after the one I offended forgave me. Maybe that weight subconsciously helps me avoid making similar mistakes? Maybe I haven’t forgiven myself for these transgressions? Maybe that’s the sting of ego’s pride against my intentions of living a good and decent life? How about those we’ve wronged that we can’t reach out to again and ask for forgiveness? Can we assume through symbolism that they’ve finally forgiven us?
“I know you’re in Seattle where it’s legal, but our client requires a, uh, drug test. Will that be a problem?” “Nope! I haven’t smoked in close to five years.” “That doesn’t really matter. Just as long as you can be clean for about 30 days. [1,2,3]” What happened five years ago on March 17th 2013 that made me so adamant against smoking cannabis? It’s not a happy memory. Here’s the story of why I fight this battle.
red11ned: Computer froze out of nowhere.
SamSt0rm: no worries jane. i was just about to call you but i know you still have a sore throat goin
red11ned: It’s clearing up. I must’ve caught it at the show last week.
SamSt0rm: thats good to here! they really werent that grate huh?
red11ned: It’s too bad. They’ve been great every other time I’ve seen them. They just seemed tired. I’d probably see them again…