I had a great week, professionally, and I guess this was a celebratory week: It was both an interesting and fun time. Admittedly, I am a bit bothered by it somewhat because I was off my schedule and there were more than a few regrettable moments which I cannot unwind. Don't get me wrong, it was a helluva fun week. In the midst of fun were sprinkles of indiscretions. Oh well! Live and learn, right?! Today felt better because I went back to working out. I was back in my element, beating the crap out of my body and sweating. My shoulder was feeling better, albeit a slight tinge here and there, but I had a full workout. I find discipline is what I most desire now, and it's within that cadence that I find happiness. Dancing to JT, drinking and clubbing was loads of fun, but multiple disruptions to my rhythm can be much more harmful at my age. The underlying reason for the changes to my life the last couple of months is to not clean up my life, but to be more productive. The twenties were fun, and you'll be hard pressed to find someone who had as much fun as me. It was also filled with anguish and disillusionment. I finally reached an age where I know who I am: I know my strengths, limitations, and more importantly my comfort level. Now I have one ambition and that's to be productive: In work, body, relationships, and socially. I was highly active in the roaring twenties, but I wouldn't say they were the most productive years. When I mentioned those regrettable moments earlier, it was simply me falling back to some of my old nasty ways and habits. The best way to describe those actions would be "throwing down the gauntlet," and once that happens, it's easy to let things slide. Discipline is so undervalued.
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