I don’t always have great timing when writing holiday-themed essays. I noticed that it was the whole Thanksgiving and Sales weekend so I figured, why not write a two-parter? I’ll use a majority of the morning publication slots to cover the remainder of my Downsizing Zeal project. I’ll intersperse other topics I might feel like writing, but this is my priority, since completing this project will help me achieve both my short-term and long-term goals.
Before I started Better Zombie, one of my aspirations was running a technical support repair business. I knew someone that was successful at this and for a majority of what I wanted to do, I could scrape by enough pocket change to where I could almost believe I could do it – especially if I cared. I closed that business, but some of the aspirations are there, especially with my four computers waiting in deep storage…
On social media, one of the things I need to do more often is subscribe to accounts that show photos of dogs, because I already get a fair amount of news from the people I respect – how about their dogs? Not because I’m overly obsessed with dogs, but because photos of other dogs can remind me both of my own childhood dog and inspire story ideas in “The Story,” and the photos are just cute.
Spoilers?: Minor [potential Pollyanna-perspective scenes] WANNA CONSIDER SOME DOG STORIES AND HOW THEY DO GET IN RELATION? CLICK HERE TO KEEP ON READING!
I don’t directly celebrate St. Patrick’s Day, but each year, that day represents a time when I reflect on my childhood dog, Patrick, because that’s the day we got him. He lived a good life and we loved him dearly, so these are mainly all good memories, but because I had tainted the memory as I published from earlier today, there are slight bittersweet feelings that I should just remember aren’t bad; maybe slightly chintzy.
I am greedy for having two birthdays, or technically, three. Seven years ago on St. Patrick’s Day, I began to realize that my actions had consequences, that if I continued down negative paths I could run out of chances, and frankly, I wasn’t getting much out of life. I miss some of those times occasionally, but overall, I’m in a much better spot in life. Let’s explore those thoughts in more detail and public privacy.
March, for me, is about new beginnings. Six years ago on St. Patrick’s Day, rather than reminiscing over memories of my childhood dog and the joy he brought, I selfishly indulged. Photos of Patrick aren’t full of regret, rather, his smiling face encourages me to smile. I lost something between then and now. I don’t what exactly, but some sort of profound hole of satisfaction. We had smiles when we were young. Let’s keep smiling.
I can envision the final scene of the Pollyanna Arc of “The Story” so clearly in my mind. Everything from the white linoleum tiles to the characters. It’s just there are hurdles to address. Primarily, an ending requires a story to precede it, the skill of which I am not yet confident I can write. Secondarily, the world of John [left] and Trishna [right] are not “there” yet. Tertiarily… let’s back up a few steps.
Spoilers?: Minor (brainstorming, worldbuilding, character-building)
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One nicety of regular fitness is that you can easily monitor your health, like a videogame health bar, so you can adjust your routines if you notice any dips. If I don’t feel like doing a rowing or yoga set, then I know something’s up. Tracking my stats, in addition to social accountability, helps me quickly identify problem areas that could be blocking progress toward building up my physical and mental tolerances toward handling stress.
Accomplishing any goal requires internal motivation and external motivation. My internal motivation to burn 60 pounds in 6 months nearly 10 years ago was my desperation to get out of terrible health. My external motivation was a convenient gym membership. Similar desperation rekindled that internal motivation last year. Unfortunately, internal motivation disappears without external motivation. That was initially just this weekly column, then daily social media accountability, now, a natural addition to my home gym. (…And eventual set?)
Some offensives I still carry even years after the one I offended forgave me. Maybe that weight subconsciously helps me avoid making similar mistakes? Maybe I haven’t forgiven myself for these transgressions? Maybe that’s the sting of ego’s pride against my intentions of living a good and decent life? How about those we’ve wronged that we can’t reach out to again and ask for forgiveness? Can we assume through symbolism that they’ve finally forgiven us?