Yesterday was an awesome bike ride along the beach. Just an absolutely beautiful day in Southern California. A nice balmy 80 degrees outside with just a touch of a breeze. I rode about 10 miles, got my Jamba on, and then rode back. It really was a great day. But here's the thing. I've been trying to keep busy, what with looking for a job, figuring out my goals, doing some freelance work, and hanging out with my friends, I've been semi-distracted. Saturday had NOTHING to offer me except alone time. I typically have that 10 fold during the week. So to call and text pretty much all my friends that I thought might be available, or some that I hadn't talked to in awhile and find out that everyone was doing something, that was weird. I don't recall that actually ever happening. I've always been able to get a hold of someone to do something somewhere and have a great time. But the last place I wanted to be was at home. Eventually, after some much needed self-motivation, I went on the bike ride. It was great. I forgot exactly how much I truly love the beach; the sand, the waves, the bonfire smells, the salt air, even the sound of the waves gets me pretty giddy. Love it. That was pretty much my whole weekend.
I also had signed up a few weeks ago for a play that is working with the community out reach program to inspire kids to read more. Which, now that I've written that, sounds pretty noble. But honestly I didn't mean it to come across that way. The director keeps saying its a BIG DEAL, but... eh. I think it's great and all, and fun, but it's just something to get me back into acting. Every Sunday at my local church is a rehearsal for 4 hours. Today was one of those days (since today IS Sunday and all) and I actually think I'm finally starting to get a feel for the character. The vibes and energy I was getting from the cast and director were very positive and I think this is gonna be a great stepping stone for me for other projects. I needed a confidence booster, and I think today was a small step towards that.
I'm a little scatterbrained, so I'll wrap this up with Friday evening. Friday I met with a good friend and had a great talk about our current situations and where we're headed. Had a few drinks and then went on to a local dance club. Not your typical local dance club mind you, but an old Big Band style dance club. Classic music from the 30s, 40s and 50s... ie Swing Dancing. I used to go all the time. I'm talking about 3 to 5 times a week. Then life happened, met someone, yadda yadda yadda, I don't go anymore. It was originally used to help me become a better person. I used to be the guy who would try something new and if it was too difficult, I said it was stupid and never tried it again. But after a failed relationship, I didn't want to do that anymore and worked hard to change that outlook. I did well. Then it was used again to help boost my self-esteem, and gain new friends and such, and it worked real well. It became a hobby that I enjoyed, again, 3 to 5 times a week. But now, now that I went back. It's nice to know that I can still dance, despite not going for months. Unfortunately I don't think I'll be going again for awhile. It just, for lack of a better term, was weird. I felt this weird feeling... a "been there done that" kind of feeling. I mean no disrespect to anyone there, I still love it and all, but something was just saying, "There ya go. Good times, move on, time for something new". Finding something new might be a little difficult, what with no money or job. However, I'm keeping a positive attitude and anytime the negative feelings arise, I'll do some pull-ups because A) it slows my negative energy and builds positive forces from within, and B) I tend to feel way better afterwards.
So most likely, I'll be have some huge arms and chest near the end of the week. hahaha.
Alright I'm done.
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