t-day type #5

You gotta walk

Before you can run.

I always learn

This lesson the hard way.

Try to move away

from the sedentary life.

Push myself too hard

too fast.

Gonna hurt like hell,

can barely breathe,

fucking COVID.

I am out of shape.

Only myself to blame.

Prioritized anything else,

Always been a slim guy.

Lanky even.

Life goes on,

Metabolism slows,

Hobbies change,

No more sports.

Never any good

At them anyway.

I liked them,

Don't get me wrong.

I was never the greatest,

But I was far from the worst.

I'd go play some pond hockey

If anyone ever wanted to.

It's been so damn cold.

I shoveled and

Damn near had frostbite.

25 minutes outside.

Maybe I should move.

Go somewhere

I cannot afford;

But at least I'd be warm.

I've heard its quite warm

In Hell.

Can't skate there though.

Lots of great music though.

Things change,

Life changes.

I found something I love

And pursued it.

Music became my life,

The sole thing I talk about.

The sole thing I think about.

I want to live an artist life,

For Poor or Poorer;

Let's be real.

The life involves a lot of sitting,

Long hours.

Taking care of myself becomes

Less important,

Just wanna

Keep playing,

Keep writing,

Keep recording,

Keep mixing.

All of that, on top of

Full-Time Employment,

leaves little room for anything.

Starting today,

I will make the time.

Call me on my shit,

If I slack.

Winter is a bitch,

Public shaming seems worse.

Or so Twitter makes it seem.

Slow and steady.

Make some progress.

Feel good about my body,

Feel good being in my skin.

I think everyone feels insecure

Except for Kanye West.