Yesterday I went out and had blueberry pancakes at the cafe across the street. Orange juice, coffee, and a bloody mary. I've started writing on paper again and I find myself enjoying the process more then typing it out freehand on Google Docs. There's just far too many distractions available on the internet and writing in a train or somewhere out of the house is where things come together better. I set up a rule that I won't buy any new games until I finish the rewrite of the first chapter. I'm halfway finished so I guess that will be my reward after completion.
After I broke my clavicle I really wanted to finish the dozen or so projects I have on the back burner. It still shocks me a bit to know just a few months ago I couldn't pick up a bar of soap in front of me, let alone even dress myself. Which I guess segways me into this next part. I started going to the gym, about three or four times a week. I've also began weightlifting a bit and enjoy it enough that I've been reading books on proper form, etc. I saw myself at my absolute weakest. I couldn't help out around the apartment and gained some weight from doing nothing. Now I can squat 95lbs and deadlift 80lbs, way more than I ever thought possible.
I guess those two things, writing and weightlifting, are pretty polarizing. I'm sure it's weird to some, but I just like doing both. They take time and effort. It's about balance, symmetry, and recovery.
Photography took the brunt of this all and is now something I persue when I'm out of the city, which I guess was always the case. There's just very few people doing interesting or inspiring work. Maybe i'm just over the internet. And this site has turned into a livejournal because I can't do this shit on facebook. It's basically just for family.
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