7.565. Reflections on a Sunday Morning

I’ve been taking this strange pepper and ginger-driven morning health shot my kid dreamt up. It has effectively ruined my stomach, but in a way that cleans me out. So less ruined than renewed I suppose. It, like so many other choices in my life, is directed towards improving my physical health. My mental health remains unchecked and in disrepair.

So what is wrong? Specifically: I’m discombobulated. I don’t have a system in place. I don’t have a schedule for daily habits. I have a lot of unlisted things I want to do and get done, but no plan in place of how and when. The stress of that and what it does to the home life is crippling. Add to that the stress of my loved ones and I am totally run down. I’m not sure how to reset either and I can see how it is getting worse. I need time. I need solutions. I need to figure out how to chill in an effective way that leaves an opportunity to get right moving forward. That is tomorrow’s big goal.

Some Thoughts:

  1. Love them or hate them, the Buffs bring excitement. The Prime Effect is a real thing and he has guys who make plays. Travis Hunter should be a Heisman Candidate, but who knows? The way that award works is very stupid. They’ll probably give Manning more votes in spite of a mid game.
  2. Strange ‘getting old’ moment today. Feeling around my bald spot it seems to be getting bigger again. Time to embrace the suck.
  3. Derrick Henry doesn’t run as hard as he used to. Old man in NFL Years. I feel his pain…. in real person years
  4. Tom Brady commercial is hilarious but especially in the reality of the moment that is largely overlooked. “Yeah, Tom. The guy who took a couple snaps in JuCo wants answers.” That moment reflects the reality of the vast number of unskilled people who are good at writing or running their mouths or both and find themselves being considered experts in the field when they are really really not.