Bullets, bullets, bullets, dot. dot. dot.
Thanks to writing out Melissa's workout program, I am astoundingly reminded of what you can do within the small confides of a room with some dumbbells. Today, I didn't have time for the drive to the fitness center due to last night's communication refinement between Melissa and myself; so I pumped iron here.
I was checking out a former online associate on Myspace.com. A geekette muse of which I was and still am slightly intrigued. Yet as I read through her journal entries, grinned, put her wallpaper on my desktop, and remembered her escapades to and fro mentioned in our former communication, I felt apathy again. She lives near King of Prussia. I live here, in bite-sized Schuylkill Haven. Fancy whimsy unfancied, I am in a serious relationship (with pressure to engage) and well, the point becomes moot.
Ever have on of those firecrackers that was lit but never burst quite like it should've? That is my lustful ambition deadened. I just have these what-if? ideas of escape, but can't summon up enough reasons to fortify that the effort, the heartache, taking two punches, inhaling the charcoal ash of blowing up this relationship would really be worth it. Yet I have these (selfish) minor, though receding reservations about how far I can give to this woman without cracking and imploding myself. (After all, a relationship isn't 50/50. It is 100/100.)
Is this a question of faith? Most certainly. I am experiencing more and more that faith applies to many areas in life; not only in religion. Where the road of fact ends by omission or submission, faith then takes over as the fulcrum of choice.
The simple compromise would be just to remain single and alone. But that is no better than where I am now. I mean, I am content. Her parents, though as fondly kooky and clever as The Addams Family, are amicable towards me and me towards them. The relationship is improving in many ways. Outside of the demands for commitment (of her right) which I consider too soon; though ripe for romance this Fall and Winter season; I am fine, a-okay, spiffy, and drifting along peaceful in my spirit.
MEEEee-lissa! *grins*
- I have much to learn about nutrition and have yet to completely tie-in my basic workout program with the abdominal workout plan, but I shall commence with that tonight.
- I need to make sure I account for my money using Microsoft Money 2006 and the PDA starting tonight. I have allowed myself to have other priorities to slip in before this one. In fact, I don't have an order to my priorities. Furthermore, I don't have a schedule set up for the week. This is disconcerting. Must tune up my compass.
- Not only was I just accepted for entry into LCCC's Physical Therapy Assistant (PTA) program, I am now also fully subsidized for the first semester of my schooling! Commuity colleges are very inexpensive compared to state or private schools. I should have done this sooner!
- I recently scheduled a second physical therapy visit with the Good Samaritan Hospital, as recommended by Melissa and her mother. The date is October 6th, from 9 AM to 5 PM. I am, once again, to shadow and inquire at my mind's tickling of the occupation's responsibilities. The first visit to my employer, ManorCare, was very informative and easy-going. Time well spent.
I was checking out a former online associate on Myspace.com. A geekette muse of which I was and still am slightly intrigued. Yet as I read through her journal entries, grinned, put her wallpaper on my desktop, and remembered her escapades to and fro mentioned in our former communication, I felt apathy again. She lives near King of Prussia. I live here, in bite-sized Schuylkill Haven. Fancy whimsy unfancied, I am in a serious relationship (with pressure to engage) and well, the point becomes moot.
Ever have on of those firecrackers that was lit but never burst quite like it should've? That is my lustful ambition deadened. I just have these what-if? ideas of escape, but can't summon up enough reasons to fortify that the effort, the heartache, taking two punches, inhaling the charcoal ash of blowing up this relationship would really be worth it. Yet I have these (selfish) minor, though receding reservations about how far I can give to this woman without cracking and imploding myself. (After all, a relationship isn't 50/50. It is 100/100.)
Is this a question of faith? Most certainly. I am experiencing more and more that faith applies to many areas in life; not only in religion. Where the road of fact ends by omission or submission, faith then takes over as the fulcrum of choice.
The simple compromise would be just to remain single and alone. But that is no better than where I am now. I mean, I am content. Her parents, though as fondly kooky and clever as The Addams Family, are amicable towards me and me towards them. The relationship is improving in many ways. Outside of the demands for commitment (of her right) which I consider too soon; though ripe for romance this Fall and Winter season; I am fine, a-okay, spiffy, and drifting along peaceful in my spirit.
MEEEee-lissa! *grins*