I’ve probably already written a blog post by this name. How could I not have? Through the years, I’m pretty sure I’ve had lazy afternoons.
I am so utterly exhausted. I think my Jiu-Jitsu has finally taken its toll on my body. Last night gave me the workout of a lifetime. I have a shoulder that’s been acting up for a few weeks, two knees that feel like they’re nothing more than the glue that holds the pieces of my legs together, one shin that’s got a huge welt on it and an elbow that was semi hyper-extended last night. I’m in probably the best pain someone can be in. I think the endorphins kicked in some time this morning after I got up. Every time I think of last night’s training, I get an excited feeling in my stomach that tells me I want to do it again. But only harder. If I survived what I went through, I can pretty much do anything.
Do away with me now and I’d go with a smile on my face.
We received a package in the mail yesterday. It was addressed to Laura and as usual, I wondered what she was up. Lately, I’ve been a bit more vocal about my dreams and aspirations. Living in a treehouse, picking grapes in Provence, sipping on olive oil in Tuscany while worrying about who’s running my academy. Life’s got so much to offer. I guess she picked up on what I was saying and she wanted to ride the high with me, so she bought a copy of Peter Mayle’s “A Year in Provence.” What a nice girl she is. I’m excited and thankful for the gesture. We’ll most likely start watching it tonight. It’s going to take a few hours, so I don’t want to burn through it all at once. Although, people have said they’ve watched it over and over again. Kind of like me with “A Good Year” and “Uncorked.” I can never get enough of those movies and I’m hoping this one gets included in that line-up.
Yesterday, I upgraded my Amazon account to include the better “premium” Cloud Player. I’ve discovered that I can’t live without John Mellencamp and Duran Duran. With the free player, I could only upload 250 songs, which left much of my library hanging out in the wind. With the upgraded player, I can upload 250,000 songs. That should keep me happy for a while. Until, of course, I hit the limit. If that happens, I give anyone the permission to come over here and slap me across the face.
The Amazon player is good. I’m happy creating play lists and choosing to play songs by artist. Much simper than before. I haven’t had to opportunity to do this and the organization is what I like. Being the fearful person I am, I stayed away from everything “Windows Media Player” and relied solely on uploading and deleting music from my phone. That never went far because I feared either losing my phone after I spent way too much time customizing it or hitting the limit of capacity. With this cloud thing, those fears have vanished. Now, all I have to fear is Amazon screwing something up. Which isn’t unheard of.
We received our new Japanese style futon bed this afternoon. Since we arrived in Florida, we’ve been sleeping on an air mattress. I know. It hasn’t been terrible though. I kind of like roughing it and the idea of it has kept me extremely well grounded. Without a real bed, I get to look in the “sleeping room” with a smile on my face, thinking of how I won the fight against owning things. Now, don’t get me wrong, I own a lot of stuff and now we own a Japanese style futon bed, but as far as all the belongings I used to have, I’ve won. For months, friends and family thought I was crazy with me giving away pretty much everything. If they only knew what was going through my mind. Even Laura has no idea. Sometimes I look at myself in the mirror and wonder what has happened. Then, I remember exactly where I want to be, give myself a big grin and then jump in the shower. I think of blog posts and training, the beach and Armadillos. Ah, the freedom one can gain in only a year.
This bed certainly is more comfortable than the last. I’ll tell you that. And people on Amazon gave it rave reviews. Pretty good for being only a few inches off the ground.
Speaking of Armadillos, we caught a picture of one with our night time camera last night. It’s not the clearest of all photos, but I’m certain that what we have a picture of is an Armadillo. And funky little creatures they are. They have hard candy shells, like dinosaurs and act like Possums. Weird little guys. I hope to see one up close in real life one of these days.
I’d say we’ve been getting animal pictures about every other night. I try to post them here when I get the chance.
I’ve been writing on my Jiu-Jitsu blog like there’s no tomorrow. I’ve been getting into the “neighborhoods” of others and have been acclimating well. Commenting and connecting works quite nicely when tapping a market, let me tell you. Getting involved is absolutely the best way to promote ones own website. And that’s what I’ve been doing. But writing truly is my passion and that’s why I ultimately do it. If no one ever read a word I’ve written, I would still go about doing it. It’s a stress relief and a wonderful thing to look back on.
This kind of brings me to a conversation Laura and I had the other night before falling asleep. I bothered her once more by getting way too heavy at a time when things were supposed to be light. I filled her in on a concern of mine.
“Hey – you awake?”
“What do you want?” she replied while preparing her elbow to lay across my throat, I’m sure.
“I’ve got a concern that I’ve been thinking about lately. I want to run it by you to see if it’s valid.”
“Just talk. I’ll listen.”
“You know how I’ve always said that the writing atmosphere is so much better when there’s just a tad bit of misery in the air? And how it’s better during late Autumn and early Winter?”
“Well, there isn’t a late Autumn or early Winter here. People tend to go about their business and I’ve yet to see much misery. What if I lose my drive to write and what if I find there’s nothing to write about?”
“That’s something you’re going to have to deal with.” she replied.
And I know it is. I actually began writing about it a few days ago, only to delete the entire post. I didn’t like the direction it was taking and to write something like that without a warm up post, I don’t know, didn’t feel good. For the longest time, I’ve been promising myself that I’d stay positive, but I’m telling you, there have been times I would’ve liked to vent some honesty. Not negative and hateful honesty, just the kind of honesty I know we’re all thinking of.
I only hope I don’t miss the season that’s coming up in just a few short months. I think I may have to either take a trip or just look at pictures of cloudy gray days online. Something’s going to have to give because I certainly can’t act like I’m happy all the time. It’s getting into the nitty gritty that I really enjoy. Even if no one else does, I do and it gives me great pleasure.
But I’ll tell you one thing. This blogging has truly become a part of me. It’s saved me time and time again from something. I can’t exactly put my finger on what it saved me from, but it’s been there and having the opportunity to write things out, or as Laura likes to laughingly say, “blog it out,” has been something special. Just going back to re-read posts from the past is good. I like it and given the chance, I’ll do it forever.