Well, I haven’t talked about exercising in a bit. I think not since October. I hit a wall last year. I got sick but had no insurance. It took months to get better. Then, I got a new job; had to move; there are no Planet Fitness locations here. Not that I’ve had time to exercise; working sixty hours a week kind of crowds everything else out. Not only have I stopped working out, I haven’t touched my Hebrew, Greek, or Latin. I’ve barely worked on my writing projects. I’m constantly behind on getting my blog posts out. Very depressing.
And yet, things have been moving forward for me. Yesterday, one of my favorite YouTubers featured my short story collection in his livestream. It was a drunken mess, and I wouldn’t have had it any other way. I received many compliments on my writing, which went straight to my head along with the wine. Then, they promptly forgot about my book and started showing off their action figures. C’est la vie. On top of that, he’s going to publish one of my short stories in his upcoming anthology. He’s promised to give us more information on that this coming Friday.
I’m also looking forward to, sometime next month, seeing some of my work appear in a literary journal, The New English Review, a ghost story I wrote and a poem. I’m secretly hoping my hero, Andrew Klavan, reads it, but I’d never admit that to anyone. I don’t know when that will come out, but I’ll share it here on my blog when it does.
In all, I feel caught in a storm. Life is good. So many of my hopes and prayers are coming true. Life is stressful. The job that has supported me is coming to an end. I’m happy and sad. I don’t want this stress anymore, but I don’t want to go back on unemployment either. However, I know, if I do, I can start really writing again, working on my physical health again, see my friends again.
Yesterday was my birthday, and I had a good birthday. Today seems the beginning, the promise, of a new start. God help me in this. I know my old tracks and failures, the gravity of my sins pulling me back into false goals. God, please be the center of my year, my life. Own it all, and me.
Tale Told 