Besides the obvious bawdy response, I mean.
Having and executing good plans. Spending time with good friends. Knowing what you want and going after it.
I guess there is something really good about getting older. I was never this confident, this aware, this on top of things, 10 or 15 years ago. Hell, even when my former wife (a smart woman reminded me that Natalie was my wife, and no matter what has changed, that status should accord her a certain respect…I still use “ex”, especially when cracking wise, but it’s true…besides she has troubles enough without me being disrespectful) and I were still together, I don’t think I was this focused or this clear.
Even this simple act of keeping this blog, which is really just an exercise in keeping my writer’s juices flowing, is a part of a plan, an expression of my will. This isn’t haphazard. I DON’T FEEL LIKE WRITING THIS. Not at all, and I’ll be surprised if this thing makes it to 300 words, which is nothing for a verbose MF like myself.
There have been temptations for sure. There’s a gorgeous girl at the Rock who would like me to have drinks with her…more than one, really. I’m incredibly tired right now, and the last thing I want to take the time to do is floss. I went to IKEA today and really wanted to buy some shit just because there was money in my pocket. And never has a beer seemed more appealing than after work today.
But I’m sticking to my guns. My next test is the baseball game. I’ve given myself permission to have a few drinks that night…but I don’t want that to become an excuse to start up bad habits all over again. There’s a part of me that just wants to skip the drinking that night. We’ll see.
Anyway, that’s enough for tonight. I’m tired as hell, and I’m setting my alarm so I can get in some exercise along with my writing tomorrow. Because that’s all a part of the plan.
Almost 350 words, too. Suck it, Trebek!
