Out of the last 13 days, I’ve followed my exercise plan 9 times. Each of the four missing days have been Thursdays and Fridays–I suppose largely because of how ready I am to celebrate the weekend and do things, so I skip the exercise. I feel good about this. 60% completion rate isn’t bad honestly, and this might be the most thoroughly I’ve followed a plan. I can’t say what affect if any this has had really. I know morning bike rides usually start slowly and I have no urge to bike, but by the end of the 10 minutes I wake up pretty thoroughly. We’ll see where I’m at a week from now, but I suspect I’ll have completed 13/20 possible regiments.
So on the whole, I’d say life is going well. Some days better than others. The Mets are down 2-1 in the World Series, which has given me mixed levels of feelings. Though I guess the World Series would just be a scapegoat if I blamed the mixed bag of emotions entirely on sports. It’s not sports. It’s feeling really accomplished on some days and then coming home to nothing. That’s what I can’t shake, this occasionally lonely feeling. I’m loving work, I get to do some really great work in Photoshop and lots of social media writing. But sometimes I come home and I just feel like “bleh.” I make dinner, watch videos on the internet for hours, and go to bed. But it’s complicated. Like I have a very high opinion of myself I would say, like I’m happy with the things I’m doing, who I am. I just feel like I don’t have enough people to share life with right now? Seeing friends just on the weekends isn’t enough, I realize, and I’m now thinking about how when I lived with three roommates, and had classes, I’d see friends all the time. This is all very dramatically written I suppose. I think it would help if I got myself to Oakland more often, dropped into Pitt events and stuff. I don’t know. Things are weird. Things are good, and things are weird.