French Fries for Idols

Here I am, doing a thing. It's a thing I like.

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No one will remember this... I might remember it if I continue with the intent I now have. But the chance that anyone else will remember it is slim. Heck, even I don't remember most of the moments of the last 10 years. Looking back now, sure, I remember some moments but a lot of the small things that go in to day-to-day living I don't remember. I don't remember a random meal I had on a Tuesday in 2014. I don't remember the drive to work in 2017. I can tell you generally what it consisted of but nothing really specific. So back then I was doing something, for better or worse, and it led me here. Not that here is that bad but that doing something else now to be somewhere else in the future seems to be wiser than doing what I'm doing and just forgetting about it anyway. I'm not the first person to want circumstances to change. I won't be the first to actually do so or even fail to do so. But I gotta do something.

Wishes I. Wish what I thought I wanted is what I actually had. But since I don’t have it, I guess I don’t really want it. Why?

So I went running this morning. Decided that I wanted to go a way I have never been before. It started out great. First the cows didn’t mind and there weren’t that many. They would run away as I approached. Then another, larger, group of cows wouldn’t leave from the trail and I was chasing them and scaring them. They didn’t want to be chased. One looked as though it might charge after me. I finally got around them by leaving the trail and just keeping my distance. All was well. Then I approached the bulls. Oh, boy. Well I thought they were pretty scary and one sort of checked me out. I nope’d right around them and walked through some swampy crap and got my shoes soaked. It was better than having to face a bull charging after me. Then I had to jump a gate to get out and cut my finger. Tetanus anyone? #notthatway