Going out to a new restaurant today with some friends... in about 30 minutes actually. I'm excited as it's also the restaurants anniversary (1 year) and should be all sorts of fun.
Lately I'm finding that I'm lacking some motivation in my life to do anything aside from work. It's like a rut... *now this may turn into a rant or ramble feel free to skip* and I'm really finding it difficult to get out of it. I can't really explain it though. I'm hoping that exercise will jolt some life and/or energy into this situation. I'm also hoping that exercise will jolt some pounds off of me. I typically work 7-8 months of the year then get the other time off consecutively. It's a pretty sweet gig and I don't really find the time when I'm not making money a struggle so things are going well. The problem I'm facing is when I don't work I tend to get lazy. It's blunt, it's the truth and it's kinda ugly. To make a long story short, this past "off-season" (for lack of a better term) I've managed to put on a whopping 42lbs! I don't even know where the hell it all came from! So that's the gist of me trying to lose some pounds and get into some sort of condition to work this year again. I work in construction, and having my gut hold me back isn't appealing right now.
Anyways... if you read through that, thanks... and sorry. If you didn't... you didn't really miss much. I'm learning a lot about communication as I get older. I sorta had a break through the other day and I do owe it to a friend. Have you ever been in a situation where you're arguing (or verbally fighting) with another person and you can feel that you're right. You consult with others over the issue and your friends are telling you "you're doing the right thing" and "keep standing up for yourself" and such. But it's getting you no where... This is the issue I was having with the mother of my soon to be born son. Now I want to make this very clear, I do care about her (she is the mother of my soon to be born son) but it was like talking to a wall. We were together, she broke up with me (it was the right decision though and I've admitted that) and since breaking up with me prior to this break through we were fighting over the name of the child, (first and last) and about us, and things each of us said and did, and yadda, yadda, yadda. The main thing for me was, I want to be in his life. I want to be a dad and be there for him. I didn't get that, and it's not what I wanted for him. So when I'm told that his name was going to be Paxton (and this is no offence to anyone named Paxton) I upset. Now I said that I didn't like the name and I was told "too bad" and there was lots of ignoring and just stupid nit picking at each other.
Finally my friend stepped in with me, and she started telling me that in the end, the child's name has little meaning in comparison to what he will actually mean to me. Also, that if I wanted to raise him in an environment where both parents wanted and practiced good communication, then I had to start that. Ignore all the snide remarks and just be honest and open. Full disclosure and transparency. Instead of just saying that I will be there, actually inquire about how things are going with her and baby rather than just ignore her. Keep in touch and work on it now.
So that's what I've been doing. It's not always easy. Reading this you're probably thinking... sure it is. Now imagine being friends with your last boyfriend or girlfriend because you have to. Not because you want to necessarily, but because there is going to be someone more important than the two of you as a reason. I was going somewhere with this and I sorta skipped to the end of my point... Anyways, the point was it's not always easy and sometimes there are reasons worth making it work. Like our son.
Since the open communication and progress we've amicably come to terms on a name (Mason Cooper) with his last name still up in the air. I'm cool with hyphens and such, she's not at all. There's still time though and we're working on it.
Enough though of my rambling, cause my tummy is talking back to me and unlike me, my tummy isn't good at this give-and-take communication. It's more of a take and me listening conversation, lol...
Enjoy your evening/weekend.
Ciao
Lately I'm finding that I'm lacking some motivation in my life to do anything aside from work. It's like a rut... *now this may turn into a rant or ramble feel free to skip* and I'm really finding it difficult to get out of it. I can't really explain it though. I'm hoping that exercise will jolt some life and/or energy into this situation. I'm also hoping that exercise will jolt some pounds off of me. I typically work 7-8 months of the year then get the other time off consecutively. It's a pretty sweet gig and I don't really find the time when I'm not making money a struggle so things are going well. The problem I'm facing is when I don't work I tend to get lazy. It's blunt, it's the truth and it's kinda ugly. To make a long story short, this past "off-season" (for lack of a better term) I've managed to put on a whopping 42lbs! I don't even know where the hell it all came from! So that's the gist of me trying to lose some pounds and get into some sort of condition to work this year again. I work in construction, and having my gut hold me back isn't appealing right now.
Anyways... if you read through that, thanks... and sorry. If you didn't... you didn't really miss much. I'm learning a lot about communication as I get older. I sorta had a break through the other day and I do owe it to a friend. Have you ever been in a situation where you're arguing (or verbally fighting) with another person and you can feel that you're right. You consult with others over the issue and your friends are telling you "you're doing the right thing" and "keep standing up for yourself" and such. But it's getting you no where... This is the issue I was having with the mother of my soon to be born son. Now I want to make this very clear, I do care about her (she is the mother of my soon to be born son) but it was like talking to a wall. We were together, she broke up with me (it was the right decision though and I've admitted that) and since breaking up with me prior to this break through we were fighting over the name of the child, (first and last) and about us, and things each of us said and did, and yadda, yadda, yadda. The main thing for me was, I want to be in his life. I want to be a dad and be there for him. I didn't get that, and it's not what I wanted for him. So when I'm told that his name was going to be Paxton (and this is no offence to anyone named Paxton) I upset. Now I said that I didn't like the name and I was told "too bad" and there was lots of ignoring and just stupid nit picking at each other.
Finally my friend stepped in with me, and she started telling me that in the end, the child's name has little meaning in comparison to what he will actually mean to me. Also, that if I wanted to raise him in an environment where both parents wanted and practiced good communication, then I had to start that. Ignore all the snide remarks and just be honest and open. Full disclosure and transparency. Instead of just saying that I will be there, actually inquire about how things are going with her and baby rather than just ignore her. Keep in touch and work on it now.
So that's what I've been doing. It's not always easy. Reading this you're probably thinking... sure it is. Now imagine being friends with your last boyfriend or girlfriend because you have to. Not because you want to necessarily, but because there is going to be someone more important than the two of you as a reason. I was going somewhere with this and I sorta skipped to the end of my point... Anyways, the point was it's not always easy and sometimes there are reasons worth making it work. Like our son.
Since the open communication and progress we've amicably come to terms on a name (Mason Cooper) with his last name still up in the air. I'm cool with hyphens and such, she's not at all. There's still time though and we're working on it.
Enough though of my rambling, cause my tummy is talking back to me and unlike me, my tummy isn't good at this give-and-take communication. It's more of a take and me listening conversation, lol...
Enjoy your evening/weekend.
Ciao