Over the course of my life I've done my best to keep in contact with a vast variety of people from all the different walks of life I've found myself in. From sports, to music, to work, to family and everywhere in between. Whenever I chat with someone I haven't seen in a long time there always seems to be a constant theme coming from my answer. In fact, I'll just let it out there right now. I'm tired. Just very very tired. Yet, this isn't really, "how I'm doing."
I'm doing fucking great, I haven't been better in a long long time. I miss a lot of people, and I miss certain things about my past, but all in all everything is going absolutely wonderfully. This may all change so I'm knocking on all the wood, but for now, I'm great. Which I suppose is the reason that I'm constantly expressing my exhaustion. I feel as if I've been running at a fever pitch at least since Elliot was born, and honestly probably for a a year or two before that even. I feel like things don't really slow down. We think that they're going to plateau and they don't. This is all just fine with me. So for the moment, I'm doing fucking great, and I'm tired. At the same time.
I've been trying to find the time to create, make, build, formulate, and at the same time try my hardest to be a good father and a good husband. I'm trying to take care of myself, physically and mentally and I'm trying to navigate my way through my relationship with work. Let's get up and do this.
