In the previous post, Things I've Given Up, I decided to omit a huge chunk of blabber. It was written after I saw a photo, and I have to say what I wrote was a masterpiece. But it was brutal. The following hour after posting it on this blog (no bitch, not Facebook, IG, Tok, etc., f'ing calm down), I just felt like, whyyyyyy.... like, who gives a fuck? Me, is who doesn't. And after the irritation from the photo wore off, I really didn't give two shits. So I deleted all the nasty stuff.

Progress.

Because this is my blog and I'll do what the fuck I want, here are some great photos of the apartment that was all mine less than a year ago. Most of the items pictured below are broken, thrown away, sold, or stuffed in a storage unit 45 min away probably accumulating mold. I'm sure my plants are dead.

For the last thirty years, I've struggled with what I should do for a career. I've also struggled with people close to me making me feel bad because I don't have a career. Now at fifty-two, retirement age is on the horizon (?) I've been told, but I feel that's more like in about twenty years, so there's still time to get good at something. Now, I have worked in restaurants for 35 years and should've made more of a career out of it, whatever that would look like. But I'm still just bartending because it makes the most money and I don't have to be in charge of anyone. I like working for tips, even if I max out around 50k a year.

I've started making my way through the NASM CPT fitness certification. The textbook is huge and it's a good distraction. It is a field that I have worked in before, so it's not completely from off in left field. It supports the lifestyle that I'd like. We will see where it leads me.