Ramblings of a queer writer from the Midwest
Located three blocks from the warm sands of the Oceanside [CA] beach, I find myself conveniently perched with a coffee in hand breathing fresh life into my blog. Laughably so, I once again write about my ever-persistent pursuit of weight loss and how I tragically find failure.
But not today, satan, not today.
Usually used as a metaphor for a passing, this post will carry a similar setup of starting with an ending before describing a new beginning.
Yup — it’s been an age since I last wrote here. But despite “hell freezing over” in the political arena (and in the progressive nature of my beloved country), there has been a thaw that I didn’t expect to happen.
People: my heart beats again.
If reviewing the most recent posts on this blog (which are too few and far in between, you’d notice a general thematic element: my oblivious self-hate towards myself, mixed in with a lack of will power to evoke change. However, there was a change that was made within the last month or two that I’m sure will make you (the reader … I assume you’re reading this) would never believe: I removed the single most frustrating, unnerving and emotionally complicating app(s) on my phone: dating apps. Continue reading “One month without the apps”
After several weeks of record-high stress, I now find myself comfortably in southern California (with coffee in hand, of course) on vacation. While I might have broken my own oath of not responding to a work crisis, I am relatively removed from whatever is happening some-thousand miles away. Even in the short amount of time (say 6 hours) from “un-connecting,” I can feel my body slowly doing something unusual: relaxing. Continue reading “Revitalizing the spirit”
It’s official — I stuck to a goal (well, except for the last three days). According to my LAFitness app, I went to the gym 28/31 work days; which, if you’ve been following this blog whatsoever, is rare. Officially reaching my one-month anniversary comes with a few revelations about my new life: Continue reading “Working out: one-month anniversary”
Last night, I got to celebrate my twenty-sixth birthday with some really exceptional and not-so exceptional people. Let’s start with the exceptional.
FOR REAL. I mean it. Seriously.
Since likely July or August, I have been making post after post about my fitness needs, talking about having a routine of going every other morning, eating healthier, etc. — basically a load of baloney.
MAKING MONEY is not something easily done when essentially rebooting your career or coming out of a private, liberal arts college with over $40,000 in debt. Though, since going into my first career as an English teacher, I decided that I wanted to be more contentious about my spending. That idea was great and all, but completely impossible since I lived paycheck to paycheck (and actually lost money from the job). Since then — and a whole career change later — I have rebooted my plans to pay off my now remaining $31,000 loan in 2.5 years.
How will I do this?
LETS START WITH AN APOLOGY // Sorry for not posting for forever. The last time I wrote was in October and it was all about fitness – well, precisely lack there of. I detailed plan for overcoming my trepidations. Guess what — it didn’t happen. Well, it worked for like a week then stopped.
The problem was not my plan, but rather how I went about that plan. Which leads me into talking about New Years.
The Fluky Journalist 