I struggle with anxiety and depression. I have for some time. There are parts of driving I really love. I can work alone and independently. Once I n longer hauled for a mega carrier the great level of freedom the job allows became even greater as the corporate micro-managing ended.
This is a really shitty night. I’m fighting with my fiancé, I was contacted by my ex. It’s rough. This is a scene that is occurring right now, it ties up some loose ends in my story that have not as of current telling come unraveled yet. I can’t go
My great grandfather emigrated from Norway. He changed his name at Ellis Island to honor the village he came from. What he chose is so utterly common that the trail goes cold at him. Never the less I his great grand child have always been fascinated with his homeland. Now
The second and I were barely making ends meet. It was a miserable experience. My plan of joining the Air Guard didn’t pan out. We felt stuck we were desperate, and like all desperate people we were stupid. I had been making my regular payments on my signature loan. Faithfully.
I have an unconventional relationship with debt. You may have noticed that my link section is no longer populated by my friends and acquaintances, but is instead populated with thought leaders in various fields. These are the people guiding m life right now. You will now see Dave Ramsey and
Yesterday I chronicled the time immediately following my leaving my first wife. When I left her, I drove a big ol’ red Dodge van. It was ugly, it had some dents, I believe I replaced every single light fixture. I paid 525 cash to a youth ministry that was getting
Note: Astute observers may notice that this post contains references to a goal setting post not written yet, buy that such a post went up yesterday. This post and the next one were written first. I’m writing on a truck, mostly without internet, I post what I have written and
I don’t believe in resolutions, I believe in goals. As I am getting to in the ongoing posts, the past few years and my life with the Second have been a bit rough. There’s been a lot of growth though and the man who filed for a divorce from the
It was awesome, I’m still processing it and trying to figure out what it is I want to say about it. The drama that is my life now continues pretty much unabated, I don’t really want to talk about that right now, or maybe ever, I haven’t decided yet. What
Well, shit. It’s been a long time. It’s not that I haven’t had anything to say. I’ve had a lot to say but I didn’t want to talk about it. Before my son was born, he’s five now, I had a shitty job. It wasn’t hard, physically, it paid well,