Practicing the art of publishing and relentless Optimism against the INEVITABLE flow of time and my own self consciousness by not taking it too seriously.

New York.

Lifted my Soul

3x8 DB Sq w. 30/35/35
alt. 4x10 DB Shoulder Press w. 30/35/37.5/40

4x8/8/6/4 BB DL w. 95/135/155/175
alt. 3x10 DB Bench w. 35/40/40

3x10 Standing Row on Pulley w. 42/50/50
alt. 3x12ea crab walk w. blk band
alt. 3x12ea shoulder circuit w. band

core/rolled out

man I needed that lift. God it felt amazing to pull some actual weight. My knee didn't hurt during any of the squatting even though it's been bothering me a bit day to day. I'm going to try to keep stretching and massaging.

I also need a little bit of time to fucking pull my life together. Laundry, the floor, unpack my luggage some meditation. I want the clarity of at least having my chores done, but I've been so busy. And I'm afraid it's just not enough or it's too many things and all I want to do is more and more, but I don't think it's all bad or all in vain, it's just, seems daunting. And it feels like if I could just have something off my mind, it'll give me some peace. All these half done project floating around. And lots of them will take work but I just can't seem to finish things, either because they're long term goals or continuous habits or repeating chores. I wanted the lego set to give me some sense of calm but it's just added more work! Maybe I'll commit to at least finishing that, one step at a time and at least close a thing. Then another project. Movember? Chopsticks? Something complete-able. 

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