Today was a good day. I got so much done, but I’m having a hard time exiting hyper mode. I’m rocking in my recliner as I type this, and it’s helping. My new TV arrived from MassDrop two weeks earlier than estimated. It’s amazing (now that I’ve calibrated it.) I booked a 3-day hiking trip in Colorado for my vacation. I can’t wait! I love Colorado. (I’m just not ready to move.) I don’t stress over it anymore. I know where I live doesn’t matter. Only how I live.
I discovered I did a lousy job setting up my drum kit. I’ve never owned an acoustic kit. In fact, I only know one person who will even let me touch their setup. He’s a rock star without a band. He can sing, play drums, and play lead guitar. He looks like a cross between John Cougar Mellencamp and Justin Beiber, (gorgeous). He’s married with two kids, so he doesn’t get to jam very often. I wrestled the rack until I got the boom arms out of the tubes and extended them like a drummer who knows what the fuck they’re doing. It made positioning the cymbals and hi-hat so much easier. This could all have been prevented by including instructions. Just saying.
I don’t mind learning by trial and error, but I’m practically a walking bruise right now. My arms and legs are covered in them. I can’t remember the last time I had this many at the same time. I’m sporting leopard skin this week. I saw someone called out for misusing the word comfort on Twitter. My stomach sank as I grasped how much of an asshole I am for using the same word and context in a previous post. It was insensitive to people with chronic pain as well as other conditions. I didn’t think it through sufficiently. I regret it. If I made anyone feel like shit, I’m so sorry.
I have to think about it more. I don’t delete past posts where I make an utter fool of myself, put my foot in my mouth, or show off my ignorance. My ego doesn’t like this policy, but I leave them because as much as it hurts to remember, it also reminds me I’m growing and becoming a better person than I was yesterday. I’m off to continue reading The Witching Hour by Ann Rice.