I’m Not Even Supposed To Be Here Today

I quit my job two weeks ago.

Until today, I’ve been busting my ass to get the Freedom Twenty Five Book out the door, laying the groundwork for two businesses that I think have a lot of promise, and taking the necessary steps to pack my life away in a basement and set off for a year or more of globetrotting. In the midst of it all, I’ve been staying true to a few other goals in my life: Eating paleo, living frugally, improving my golf game, trying to maintain some semblance of a healthy sleep schedule, even though my body has always felt obligated to sleep 6am to 2pm every night unless otherwise compelled.

But today – none of that. Today is my day and I’m using it to indulge in every guilty pleasure I have.

I’m writing this at 2am. So far I’ve:

– Slept until noon

– Blown off a golf game because it’s raining out

– Eaten two delicious Montreal bagels, a chocolate bar, and a bowl of ice cream.

– Spent the entire afternoon playing a game called Uncharted 2 on my brother’s PlayStation 3. Side note: It’s fucking incredible. I don’t play video games often, partly because I think it’s a waste of time, but moreso because I just don’t often like them. Uncharted is visually beautiful, very fun to play, and most impressive to me, the story and characters are better developed than 95% of Hollywood movies. Veteran Playstation players in the audience: Is this typical of the games being released now? If so, I may have to rethink my “anti” position on the growing phenomenon of Millenials spending 16 hours a day playing video games in their parents’ basement.

– Gave my dog a piece of bacon. He’s been sitting on the kitchen floor, staring at me while I cook for five years now, almost completely unrewarded. I felt like making it a good day for him, too.

– Wrote this blog post. I’m not going to go back and edit it, because I don’t like editing. I didn’t write it to bait social media sites into linking to me, as I occasionally do. I’m not going to worry about whether or not it’s good enough to publish, as I often do. I’m writing it spontaneously, and selfishly. It reminds me of when I was writing my first few months worth of posts, and I was making a conscious effort to keep this blog hidden from the world. Feels good.

I think I sometimes portray a side of myself on this blog that is focused 100% on self-improvement and conscious living. But every now and then, I gotta have a day like today, chill out, and enjoy the fuck out of it.