November Rain

Fuck me I’m almost 28. This year went by quicker than I could blink. And fuck me did I try to blink slowly and take it all in. The weather is bipolar and I’ve never been so busy in my entire life. Work is seldom all I know this time of the year, but at least the holidays are almost upon us. Something to look forward to as some would say.

I feel good — just incredibly tired and it feels like most days I end up with some sort of stressed induced headache. I feel like a lot of nice things are just on the horizon. The new sister company I’m running will launch, my paycheck never looked better, and I afforded myself a new smartphone today. The feels man — no seriously.

It’s make or break time. I’m pulled in endless directions and I’ve caught myself telling some of my co-workers to let me finish one thing at a time before I can get to them. It’s uncharacteristic of me, but I’m like a one man army. My office honestly couldn’t run a day without me there which only makes the insane amount of vacation time I’ve accumulated seem impossible to enjoy.

Well fuck me, right? I’ve always wonder what one of those bullshit “keep calm and carry on” posters meant. Now I do. I’ve made a few habits for the better by not eating out so much and drinking what feels like a gallon of water each day. I think my co-workers noticed, but most fall back to the lame and ever so predictable you’re too skinny to be eating like this comments.

Dude, I reached the point I can’t get away with eating anything. Give me a break. I feel it’s always easier now to change your habits when you’re still willing and capable rather than waiting til the health crisis comes knocking at your doctor’s door. Let’s hope my ultra clean eating sticks. Sans alcohol too of course.

Just once, I hope I actually go and meet someone compelling on a date. I read some stat that dating gets few and far once you reach 30 with a career cemented in your sights. Last I checked or Instagram notified, everyone is getting hitched more and more every year. Would I like to be one of them soon? Probably not. Other priorities take over. Maybe it’ll finally hit that I’m pretty okay in life and I can stop worrying about the numbers in each account and how ungodly diversified my portfolio is.

My grandma once told me I might be too focused on the end not knowing I’m missing out on the attractions around me. It’s some trip and all I can see is the destination — imaginary yet never getting closer to arrival. Stop to smell the roses. Just be careful of thorns around the bush.

Later world. Danny out.

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