Had kind of a weird day. Broke the news to my coworkers that I had taken a promotion in a different department, but didn’t feel supported by a few teammates I thought would be happy for me.
Trying to not let my thoughts get the better of me, but it makes me kind of sad. Maybe just another indication that it’s time to move on.
One crazy thing about taking stimulant medication as a person with ADHD is that it paradoxically helps me sleep at night. I used to have to take a sleeping pill just to shut my mind off.
I have neighbors who bought the house two doors down from us over 3 years ago now that I still have never met. This sums up American culture.
I swear, men’s shirt sizes are meaningless anymore. I can wear anything from a large to an XXL, depending on material and brand. I think we need an oversight board or something.
S is away for a few nights for some much needed girls’ time, perhaps the longest she’s ever been away from our kids. She’s probably stressing about them so much she can hardly enjoy herself. I could hear the tenseness in her diaphragm as she spoke when I dropped her off at her friend’s house this morning. Moms, man. Hoping she can unwind and come back refreshed.
PSA: Despite what the athletic and “athleisure” wear industry wants you to believe, underwear made from synthetic fibers is not good for your nether regions. This includes rayon, polyester, and so-called bamboo.
There’s a reason why doctors recommend cotton underwear, and that goes for men as well as women. Contrary to the “wicking” claims made on labels and in marketing materials, synthetic fibers are less breathable and increase risk of yeast and other infections.
I’ve been chewing a bit on the saying: “[don’t take] the path of least resistance.”
Knowing full well that much of life is work and few things are worth a damn without putting in at least some sort of energy toward them, I still have my doubts about focusing on something too much.
I find myself reassessing the dreams and goals that I’ve worked on that have taken more energy than given back. I think sometimes the universe is guiding us, and the work is a major guidepost.
The first rose of the season. The Rose City isn’t just a fancy moniker.
You ever look in the mirror and wonder, “who the hell is that?” Seems every day my beard gets a little grayer, my skin a little worse, my body a little more exhausted. I’m trying to age gracefully but the thought of death has been living rent free in my mind since my younger brother passed two years ago and the signs of time passing don’t provide much comfort.
To be fair, things have been better the last few months. I’m getting good sleep, waking up earlier, showing up in all aspects of my life. In a lot of ways, I feel on top of things, and have a lot that is going well for me. I think I’m a pretty good dad most days, I try to be a good husband, I’ve made a good home for my family, I’m making advances in my career.
Still, I have lost a lot of myself since becoming a father a little over 4 years ago. My life is so focused on others that it’s hard to ignore that I often don’t recognize myself anymore, not just physically but also in spirit. I am no longer a naive young man with too much to say, I’m a middle aged guy unsure that he has anything to say at all.
I know that this is just part of parenthood and that things will never be the same. I also know that I’m in the thickest, deepest part of these woods just given my two kids’ ages. I don’t take for granted that they will never be this age again. I really do try to pour myself into this life and enjoy it at the same time. I’m happy nearly every single day. I find moments of peace and pleasure in small things. I don’t wish this time away for anything.
Sometimes, I just wish we had a little more help. I just know that I need to block out more intentional time for myself.
I know whenever my wife says we’ve got to put the kids to bed early it means she’s got some seriously psychotic movie for us to watch. Never fails.
What started off as a trip to the library…
Anyone on Micro Blog run their own Mastodon instance and run into trouble authenticating for cross posting from Micro.blog to Mastodon?
My 4 year old yesterday:
“I’ve had a really hard day mom, I just need to lay in the hammock for awhile.”
Met up with an old friend downtown yesterday. It was nice to get out of my bubble.
Watching Silo on Apple TV+.
It’s every parent and pet owner’s favorite night of the year: the air show. /s
Not really sure why I wear an Apple Watch anymore when it’s just sort of a daily reminder of how out of shape I am.
Just washed my car today. Pollen.
One of the most unfortunate things about public sector urban planning is that we tend to farm out the most creative work to the private sector and then keep the boring and monotonous work for ourselves. Personally, I think we should be doing the opposite.
Still hoping to check out Bluesky if anyone has an extra invite.
We’ve had a couple of car break-ins over the last year. I caught them on the security cameras but the outdoor lights just aren’t bright enough to show enough detail. They are just kids, I think deterrence is the best we can do. Picked up a 15,000 lumen LED floodlight. Maybe this will do the trick.
My wife asks me at least once per week if the shirt I’m wearing is new, even when I’ve owned it for years. This woman watches our checking account with a microscope and thinks I went to Target without her 😂
I wonder about those in my industry who hire people who have bounced around to a new job every 1-2 years. What is it they think will be different this time around?
Who needs ChatGPT when Google Photos randomly creates slideshows of pizzas I’ve eaten over the past 5 years. 🍕
“Okay daddy, I’ll go to sleep but I’m NOT tired.”
Truth be told, my favorite part of the day is chatting with my son about life through his eyes before he falls asleep.
Had kind of a weird day. Broke the news to my coworkers that I had taken a promotion in a different department, but didn’t feel supported by a few teammates I thought would be happy for me.
Trying to not let my thoughts get the better of me, but it makes me kind of sad. Maybe just another indication that it’s time to move on.
One crazy thing about taking stimulant medication as a person with ADHD is that it paradoxically helps me sleep at night. I used to have to take a sleeping pill just to shut my mind off.
I have neighbors who bought the house two doors down from us over 3 years ago now that I still have never met. This sums up American culture.
I swear, men’s shirt sizes are meaningless anymore. I can wear anything from a large to an XXL, depending on material and brand. I think we need an oversight board or something.
S is away for a few nights for some much needed girls’ time, perhaps the longest she’s ever been away from our kids. She’s probably stressing about them so much she can hardly enjoy herself. I could hear the tenseness in her diaphragm as she spoke when I dropped her off at her friend’s house this morning. Moms, man. Hoping she can unwind and come back refreshed.
PSA: Despite what the athletic and “athleisure” wear industry wants you to believe, underwear made from synthetic fibers is not good for your nether regions. This includes rayon, polyester, and so-called bamboo.
There’s a reason why doctors recommend cotton underwear, and that goes for men as well as women. Contrary to the “wicking” claims made on labels and in marketing materials, synthetic fibers are less breathable and increase risk of yeast and other infections.
I’ve been chewing a bit on the saying: “[don’t take] the path of least resistance.”
Knowing full well that much of life is work and few things are worth a damn without putting in at least some sort of energy toward them, I still have my doubts about focusing on something too much.
I find myself reassessing the dreams and goals that I’ve worked on that have taken more energy than given back. I think sometimes the universe is guiding us, and the work is a major guidepost.
The first rose of the season. The Rose City isn’t just a fancy moniker.
You ever look in the mirror and wonder, “who the hell is that?” Seems every day my beard gets a little grayer, my skin a little worse, my body a little more exhausted. I’m trying to age gracefully but the thought of death has been living rent free in my mind since my younger brother passed two years ago and the signs of time passing don’t provide much comfort.
To be fair, things have been better the last few months. I’m getting good sleep, waking up earlier, showing up in all aspects of my life. In a lot of ways, I feel on top of things, and have a lot that is going well for me. I think I’m a pretty good dad most days, I try to be a good husband, I’ve made a good home for my family, I’m making advances in my career.
Still, I have lost a lot of myself since becoming a father a little over 4 years ago. My life is so focused on others that it’s hard to ignore that I often don’t recognize myself anymore, not just physically but also in spirit. I am no longer a naive young man with too much to say, I’m a middle aged guy unsure that he has anything to say at all.
I know that this is just part of parenthood and that things will never be the same. I also know that I’m in the thickest, deepest part of these woods just given my two kids’ ages. I don’t take for granted that they will never be this age again. I really do try to pour myself into this life and enjoy it at the same time. I’m happy nearly every single day. I find moments of peace and pleasure in small things. I don’t wish this time away for anything.
Sometimes, I just wish we had a little more help. I just know that I need to block out more intentional time for myself.
I know whenever my wife says we’ve got to put the kids to bed early it means she’s got some seriously psychotic movie for us to watch. Never fails.
What started off as a trip to the library…
Anyone on Micro Blog run their own Mastodon instance and run into trouble authenticating for cross posting from Micro.blog to Mastodon?
My 4 year old yesterday:
“I’ve had a really hard day mom, I just need to lay in the hammock for awhile.”
Met up with an old friend downtown yesterday. It was nice to get out of my bubble.
Watching Silo on Apple TV+.
It’s every parent and pet owner’s favorite night of the year: the air show. /s
Not really sure why I wear an Apple Watch anymore when it’s just sort of a daily reminder of how out of shape I am.
Just washed my car today. Pollen.
One of the most unfortunate things about public sector urban planning is that we tend to farm out the most creative work to the private sector and then keep the boring and monotonous work for ourselves. Personally, I think we should be doing the opposite.
Still hoping to check out Bluesky if anyone has an extra invite.
We’ve had a couple of car break-ins over the last year. I caught them on the security cameras but the outdoor lights just aren’t bright enough to show enough detail. They are just kids, I think deterrence is the best we can do. Picked up a 15,000 lumen LED floodlight. Maybe this will do the trick.
My wife asks me at least once per week if the shirt I’m wearing is new, even when I’ve owned it for years. This woman watches our checking account with a microscope and thinks I went to Target without her 😂
I wonder about those in my industry who hire people who have bounced around to a new job every 1-2 years. What is it they think will be different this time around?
Who needs ChatGPT when Google Photos randomly creates slideshows of pizzas I’ve eaten over the past 5 years. 🍕
“Okay daddy, I’ll go to sleep but I’m NOT tired.”
Truth be told, my favorite part of the day is chatting with my son about life through his eyes before he falls asleep.