missives

It's so easy to slip into a existence of blank pages.

Get up. Go to work. Come home, snatch at happiness. Go to bed.

repeat until dead.


Creating routines can be both a boost and a trap. That's wage slavery for you.

But I have loud music right now, which always helps. And tomorrow I bring out a little something my parent's brought me when they visited. The three section staff is waiting in my weapons bag for me. I haven't held it since February. It'll be like seeing an old friend.

nothing doing

This has not been a good week for kung fu. I'm distracted and unmotivated. Starting a new job (at an ice cream shop, no less) has given me a bit more structure to my day, but overall I can't get my act together. First thing first is a major cutback on my daily pushups, down to 150. I have rarely managed 500 a day for the past 3 weeks, so I'm so frustratingly behind I just need to get a rhythm back and increase from there. This will most likely mean I don't make my total, but who knows? I've got time, but the consistency matters more than the numbers.

Lately I've been feeling, more so than usual, that I'm just filling in the hours, that everything I do lacks substance. Very little feels real when I'm like this. But words keep their weight. I'll cling to them.

A small reset, because there's always next week.