The muscles are burning and our minds are churning.
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So The Dougernaut and I had pretty horrific days at work. He made a few trades that didn’t go his way – and I was publicly insulted (by an Italian). Work. Work. Work. Sometimes I feel like that’s all we do. Am I being melodramatic? Quite possibly, yes. But sometimes I feel like I’m overwhelmed with mediocrity…I reflect to myself, “I’m the first one to work in the morning…the last one locking up at night…I get little to no respect…I don’t make a difference…blah, blah, blah.”
But all of this is vain. It’s not about me.
Light shines brighter in the darkness.
I want to wrap myself in luminosity.
In order to shed some negativity and Christmas cookies, Doug and I went to the gym. We ended up getting a free personal training sesh from a super-gnar-ripped-YMCA staff. –might I add that Dougggger fell down three times throughout the course of our squat repetitions—he is such a character! And I love it. We even brought the trainer a SUBWAY sub.
I figure we will pay him in sandwiches.
A noble and just payment method in return for rock hard abs!
(Davey will scoff at our newest goal – he thinks we lack perseverance.)
Ponder this.
NO LONGER WILL I MUZZLE MY VOICE.
Nor comply with the niceties of middle class Northern American society.
I’m tired of turning blind eyes from those in need.
I want to learn. I want to teach. I want to love and be loved.
I want to radically change someone’s life – for the better. I want to scream
and kick and punch and blast light upon the social injustices
that lurk in shadows. I want to be free. Break away from the comfort zone.
I’m not concerned with success or wealth or status – or even “career”
as that seems only to be an illusion crafted by commercial lies.
This is my battle cry.
The city sleeps. And I evolve.
But all of this is vain. It’s not about me.
Light shines brighter in the darkness.
I want to wrap myself in luminosity.
In order to shed some negativity and Christmas cookies, Doug and I went to the gym. We ended up getting a free personal training sesh from a super-gnar-ripped-YMCA staff. –might I add that Dougggger fell down three times throughout the course of our squat repetitions—he is such a character! And I love it. We even brought the trainer a SUBWAY sub.
I figure we will pay him in sandwiches.
A noble and just payment method in return for rock hard abs!
(Davey will scoff at our newest goal – he thinks we lack perseverance.)
Ponder this.
NO LONGER WILL I MUZZLE MY VOICE.
Nor comply with the niceties of middle class Northern American society.
I’m tired of turning blind eyes from those in need.
I want to learn. I want to teach. I want to love and be loved.
I want to radically change someone’s life – for the better. I want to scream
and kick and punch and blast light upon the social injustices
that lurk in shadows. I want to be free. Break away from the comfort zone.
I’m not concerned with success or wealth or status – or even “career”
as that seems only to be an illusion crafted by commercial lies.
This is my battle cry.
The city sleeps. And I evolve.
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