It happened.

It finally happened.

Retired.

Mom retired.

She signed up for the voluntary layoff and will start collecting her pension.

All of this before her 61st birthday.

Tired.

Sore.

Lazy.

Her words, not mine.

I feel the same and I look forward to the day where I can.

Someday.

Long haul.

It’s a marathon, not a sprint.

It’s not even a marathon. It’s the way of life.

It’s life now and I need to make changes to it.

I need to adapt.

I need to settle into a routine or some semblance of one.

We’re not going back to the office until next year and even then that will be drastically different.

This is what life IS now.

I need to make changes.

I decided to settle and work on a schedule.

I’m re-implementing or continuing Movie Night Mondays again.

I’ll put aside any shows I’m watching until the other days and watch movies on Mondays.

They don’t necessarily have to be movies that are released in “theaters” but something I haven’t seen before.

That’s an ever-growing list, so I’m sure that I won’t run out of movies to watch.

New routines.

Old routines.

Things to keep me busy.

Things to keep my mind off of this new fucked up normal that is life.

Fuck Trump.

Fuck China.

Sorry, it’s been a while since I’ve declared my Fuck to them.

Fuck ‘em.

Being locked in isn’t any fun.

My Old Friend is back. Not as strong and the same strangeness. He lingers enough to let me know I’m not right.

He lingers enough to let me know that I’m not okay.

He lingers enough to let me know that I’ll survive.

It’s okay to acknowledge it.

It’s healthy to.

We all should be able to feel how we feel and not be afraid of it.

Sigh.

Back to it.

Back to my thought.

I feel like I should be writing again.

I want to explore my options of creativity.

I want to get my juices going.

Words.

Drawing.

Music.

I want it all.

I need any outlet.

This drive only comes when my Old Friend pays me a visit and this is no different.

Music.

That’s something that I really do want to explore.

Maybe from a little Garageband or just anything to play around with. It won’t be good, but I don’t care.

I just want to create.

I just want to focus on something else.

Feel productive.

Produce.

Something.

I should start.

I will start.

Poetry.

Words.

I want to create it all.

I will create it all and that’ll be my future.

I’ll be a Renaissance Man.

Let’s do it.