I doubt myself.

Sometimes I do. I wonder if my direction I'm going is the one I should be going on. Although if I were to give myself or another person advice on the subject it would probably be around the lines of "don't worry, no one cannot not be doing what they're meant to be doing, such a thing would seem silly to me".

Birds have wings, they fly, I have legs I walk and run. It's normal, you've got what you have, whether brain or body, it enables you to do what you do.

Seems obvious really.

Although that would encompass all the positives and the negatives. Such is life.

I hate picking myself to bits, I think I'm the kind of person who needs a good hundred years of living before I can vanquish most of these negatives from my person. However, I'm probably only going to make it to around my mid seventies.
So, another 40 to 45 more summers and winters to get myself ship shape as they say.

Just 45 summers left on planet earth. Not a lot really.

All that asside, gym is going well. It's a little bit easier than it was and I leave it feeling energised afterwards. It's all good and I'm looking forward to tomorrow. It should also boost those healthy optimistic brain chemicals as exercise is a good way to treat depression and feeling low.

Did I mention I changed my hours? I'll be working every other weekend, which means getting the other off. So I can actually do things on the weekend as opposed to just having a day off to fart about




WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO THE REST OF MY POST?!?!?! I published it and it's been half eaten by something!!!

I'd finished on a happy note. Bum. Flippin, whatever it was. Darn gremlins in the machine. Oh foof. I can't be bovered to type it all again.

Here's the brief version.

Change hours. Work weekend, one off. Make whole day extra pay. (Thanks sunday) Sundays pay for gym. Gym make me feel good. Happy happy. Lots of money. Doing stuff.

So make more of good things in my life and something something.

Oh, I hate it when technology goes Pffft!