one squat rack, me, and ten new years resolutioners.... much like middle east geopolitics, going to the gym after new years has become a zero sum game.
The lives of the people around me, the ones that i love and care about, are in pain and chaos. Broken thirteen year long relationships, broken marriages, divorce, unwanted pregnancies, cancer....
and this is the worst thing in my life right now:
I'm such an asshole.
I feel guilty. and worried that my turn for tragedy is coming.
12.10.19 update:
annnnnd, the problem just went away. I'm the worst.
seriously, what evolutionary function does a snorer provide other than telegraphing "hey prehistoric predators of the night, I'm over here with my tribe and we're all deep asleep and helpless, come eat us!"
adding a little cream cuts down on the bitterness and acidity of coffee, and brings out the wonderful, aromatic, deep, flavors that were hidden behind the darkness.
what an apt metaphor for my life: acidity and darkness and bitterness.
never underestimate the awesome power of music... to make me want to be a 40 year old white woman day drinking white wine at sunday brunch with my girlfriends.
I guess dying from terminal disease is much like the opposite of recovering from the flu. instead of laying in your bedroom enjoying you're day off from work and the feeling of slowly getting better, you're in a hospital bed and can only expect the symptoms to inevitably get worse until you inevitably die a very uncomfortable death.