It's officially 2 weeks into 2025. To post daily on the blog is a mission that has already failed. I missed not once, but twice this weekend, but I am not upset. Instead, I feel content, knowing most of my days have been organized and completed according to my will. When I spent Sunday afternoon with my nephew outside, I wasn't upset. I was smoking and playing Fire Emblem on an emulator on the TV all day. If I had wanted to complete my blog post, there was a way.
I could've blamed his mother, my girlfriend's sister for arriving late, too. We intended to meet as early as noon, which became 1:30, which really happened at 3:30 or so. I could've blamed her, but it would've solved nothing. I can't control her, about as much as I could stop her three-old son from hiding her phone, one of the chief reasons she arrived later than planned.
I say, there's nothing to be gained from complaining and even though the occasional gripe can escape under my breath, it is true.
I realize now how insufferable I must've been, working in memecoins with the rest of their "funemployed" bunch. Here I was trying to lord over someone who didn't have a job, as if shilling speculative tokens was his job. Even foolish of me to behave as if it were my job on that note.
Yet, that's just who I am. Passion grows out of my head, my nose, and there's this one strand always protruding from my right ear. Jokes aside, if someone didn't get the air of fervor off of me, I think it'd only be second to the marijuana.
I will let the rest of the dispassionate folk dissuade themselves from living life in a blaze of glory. As for me, I will stake it all on the line, every time.
Today's successes included posting a myriad videos to two separate social media channels, and putting out a paltry single post from my "personal" page. It'd seem the rules I'm trying to follow to become an expert are pigeonholing me from my regular speech.
I'll see about that tomorrow.