Beware of Snarky Mood

Trying to write something that resonates isn't always the best or easiest things to do. I have this annoying quirk where I like to make all of my blogs mean something—to say something powerful and long lasting. But bullocks to that, right? Can't always be prolific. Not every day is made for writing. Not lately.

Not gonna get into it or hash things out publicly, but to help explain my previous post, I'll say this: for the past two years (and some months on top of that), I was involved with a beautiful, creative, and amazing woman. We recently decided that we had no alternative but to end that relationship for something else entirely. Friends, we hope. The past week, however, has not been easy.

Don't want to get into it more than that. I will say that it's been a sudden shift in my life. Some of you knew this happened. Some didn't. For those of you that knew us as a couple and find this news a bit surprising, I'm sorry you found out online. Just wasn't the type of thing I felt like ringing everybody up for and sharing. But I couldn't write another blog without saying something here. So I've said it.

I'm sitting here in a right foul mood. At a few people in particular. Or maybe I'm just not feeling well due to the reheated White Castles I had for dinner. Perhaps my sleep pattern this weekend was completely thrown off after that party where I didn't get to bed until 8:00 a.m. on Sunday. Quite possibly it's the fact that I haven't written anything this weekend. Just stared at my computer a lot. That always leaves me snarky and confrontational. More so than hunger.

I will have to write more tomorrow. Hopefully it will be a slow day at the office and I'll be full of endorphins from my morning workout. Another reason for my gruffy mood. Didn't workout this weekend like I told myself I would. I hate when things are planned and then don't occur and it torques me most when I break plans with myself. Let myself become distracted or lazy. Putting off until tomorrow what should have been done yesterday. I remember a saying someone taught me back in college: Procrastination is like masturbation: it feels really good when you're doing it, but when it's over you realize that all you've done is gone and fucked yourself.

Sage advice.

And now it's time to sleep. Going to the gym bright and early; and with any luck, I'll feel better for it. And work won't be so stressful this week. And if the snarky won't dissipate, then I will turn my thoughts to the coming weekend. For I am going to see the ocean again. More on that soon.