…love?

Is that it?

I want people to feel my love?

Probably not.

Maybe not.

A hero.

That’s what I was called this past week for doing something that anyone could have done.

I found some random guy masturbating at some poor girl’s cube.

It wasn’t something that I needed to do on some random Monday morning.

It wasn’t something that I ever thought would happen to me, but it did.

I found some random guy masturbating.

Fun times.

I was surprised how well I handled things.

I was pretty calm.

I was cool.

I was collected.

I had someone call security and then I instructed everyone to get out of the area, just in case anything happened.

The dude could be crazy or on something and could have done something worse.

I had the other associates clear out.

It was mostly girls in the area. I didn’t do it out of chivalry, but it was more about protecting them from what was happening.

I cleared out the guys too.

I cleared people out.

Security came and escorted the guy out.

I did find it fascinating that he totally ignored me. Didn’t say anything to me.

Saw me and that was it.

He knew what was happening. I was loud enough to grab his attention when I screamed “Hey!”

But, I guess he wanted a reaction and got one.

I wonder how many times he’s done something like this.

I wonder if he was on something.

I wonder.

I wonder.

It’s a story and an experience that I have.

I’ll have it with me.

Let’s leave it at that and call it an end.

The year is winding down.

In a month, I’ll be on break for a week.

I want to enjoy my break. I didn’t have much of one last year with working and all.

Hopefully I’ll get one this year, but we’ll have to see how the moves go.

With the year ending, it’ll be time to look back at the year to reflect.

Have I grown?

In a way, yes, I have. I took a proactive approach to learn and grow by doing something I never thought I’d do.

I went back to school.

Grant it was for night classes about something specific, but I never thought I’d do.

I enjoy it.

Learning.

Constant learning.

I’m taking classes online too.

Learning.

Growth.

I can’t believe the year is over already.

I’m not sure what I’ve done this year or what even happened this year.

One day, I’ll go by and look over things I’ve posted this past year and see.

I’ll look over the yearly reflection blogs and see how much I’ve grown.

Growth.

I still have a long way to go.

I still need to make a lot of changes.

Life.

It’s long.

Life.

We’re in November already.

About two more months and then we’re done with 2018.

It’s time to start reflecting on the year again. It’s time to start going through the things and remembering what happened.

I don’t even remember.

The year had been a blur.

Ups. Down.

Like any other year.

I’m looking forward to the break. I need one.

Judgmental.

Angry.

More annoyed than angry.

That’s the state of my mind.

More annoyed than angry.

It’s mostly about work. It’s mostly about people at work.

Useless.

Incompetence.

Just tired.

I know that I need to let it go. Be a better person.

Things that I need to work on.

Hamartia. Mine.

I’m not patient.

I should let it go. Let it be.

Just let it be.

They are out of my control.

Let it go.

Be a better person.

Mantra’s that I need to live by.

Everyone has their problems.

People who don’t pull their weight.

Useless.

Incompetent.

Let it go.

My cave.

My routine.

Life has found its new normal.

Work. Classes. Staying home and doing nothing.

I cook on the weekends to relax and not thing about work.

I stay home to get away from people.

My weekends are my time to recharge.

Life.

Routine.

New normal.

Classes should be over in the next few weeks.

What will I do?

Continue or take a semester off and then get back on again?

I haven’t decided yet.

School.

Continuing education.

Growth.

My ambitions are taking over.

Is this the next step?

Am I growing as a person organically?

Or are things being dictated by work?

What about my creative endeavors?

What about my creativity that lies outside of cooking?

What about that?

I don’t know.

…new section.

Writing.

Creativity.

The ink well dries.

There’s not juice left. Barren. It’s a dessert of ideas.

I’m out of practice, I think.

It’s been a while since I’ve created anything.

It’s been a while since I’ve written anything.

This year was meant to be the year that I get back on the wagon, but life proved it wasn’t so.

Distracted.

Priorities.

My life went on a different direction than I planned.

Typical.

My analytic logical brain took over and it left my creative brain thirsty for something.

I need a little click, a spark that ignites the reserves that I know I have.

Growth.

I’m trying.

Stories.

Dreams.

Ideas.

They are all in me.

I’m lazy.

My downfall.

It’s me.

Make time.

Make the effort.

Let’s see what next year brings.

Let’s see what next week brings.

Let’s see what tomorrow brings.

Life. It’s funny that way.

Hilarious.