Starting Over Is Hard

There's a reason why I haven't written in over six months.

Back in May, I lost my job. I lost it despite the fact that I thought I was irreplaceable. I was an EMT at a security firm that couldn't afford to lose EMTs. I lost it by doing the one thing that I could do that would cause me to lose my job. I crashed a patrol vehicle.

Over the past months since, I lost that job, got placed at a less paying job that didn't care about my EMT skills, and ended up taking a much better paying job at a place I love working at.

There's a lot of thing I wanted to write in those six months, and even have a long draft written on the whole deal. I decided to not publish it because it's only half done, and at one point, I realized I was writing a novel.

But I can't write about anything else until I mention that. So to sum up the last six months:

1. Losing your job sucks. I don't care who you are. Even if you're a socialist (as I am), losing your job feels like a judgment on your self worth.

2. I was depressed during that time, which was why I wasn't working out much.

3. I tried a new workout during that time, but I kept getting injured, so I gave up on that, so now I'm starting over with the 5x5 method until I do something new.

That about sums it up. I've been wanting to write more on all of this, but since I've not written anything in the last six months, here it is.

There's a lot more I want to write about. Everything from fitness, to politics, to everything else. But I couldn't get started until I finally finished this. So good, we're done. Moving on.