I can be stubborn. And in my stubbornness, I went on my walk yesterday even though it was snowing. Hard. I bundled up and off I went. I was cold, drenched, and exhausted when I got home. Hell, I had an inch of snow on top of my hat. But I'm sure walking today will be fine! 🙄
TWO THINGS I AM GRATEFUL FOR (SPECIFIC)
1. I'm grateful for calorie counting. Between Christmas visits with the in-laws, I gained... weight. Not a lot, but enough to make my tracking chart go up and down like a roller coaster. But I hunkered down, went back to my routine, and started seeing results. That makes me happy.
2. In that vein, I am grateful for incremental improvement. Like, I got my wife a file container and she got me some cord ties. I'm not advocating life-hacking your way to happiness, but I like that feeling of slotting something into its space, y'know? I love being organized.
ONE THING THAT WENT WELL DURING THE DAY
Well. After my well-thought-out walk, I did not end up doing any of the things on yesterday's critical action list. I curled up in a hammock chair and tried to become one with it. Taking some time, listening to your body, that can be a good thing, right?
ONE ABSOLUTELY CRITICAL ACTION ITEM FOR THE DAY
Should I just copy-paste yesterday's since I didn't get to it? I can do that right? The blog-police aren't going to arrest me and take away my blog right? Today it is critical that I get some writing done on either the D&D (not) One-Shot or my novel.
WHATEVER IS ON MY MIND
I have been feeling frustrated of late because in the first and only game I've played in (and not run) I feel like an outsider. Let me assure you no one had excluded me, they're all lovely people but I show up, I play, I leave, and that feels like the extent of it.
I wish I was friends with the people I play with and/or I wish I played with my friends. I've tried getting to know them outside the game and I feel a disconnect. One example, a lot of them got their Masters in STEM subjects and I got a Bachelors in theatre and creative writing.
I will stress again, I think this is a me thing and not a them thing. I don't think they need to change or be more accommodating to make me feel more welcome. Like I said, they're all lovely. I just can't seem to feel at home. Which is really just a metaphor for my whole life.
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