No fun

6:11am I don’t feel like I was any fun the last thirteen years. Perhaps I view it as I made sacrifices to be a dad. Maybe it was a hangover from the greatest period of my life. Whatever the case the last four years in utah and the nine in California weren’t ones I am particularly fond of.

I realize with the WIL I don’t feel valuable to any woman so I go back to her as a default. That is not attractive.

Life doesn’t get better. That is not a bad thing. Finishing one job just means getting another. There is no finish line. Accepting that can give peace as well as anxiety.

Work is the priority. Creating safe space for any who want to visit or live is the next priority.

Third is being a fun, interesting caring attractive person

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