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Same As It Ever Was

As so often is the case, I am starting this post without too much of an idea of where I want to go with it.

For those of you that don't know, the original name of this blog was 'Random Meanderings' (which is why the URL is randomtzp.blogspot.com). I named it that because, well, that's what it was. A stream of consciousness spewed forth in this realm of 0's and 1's.  The fun thing is, I write like I talk (and think), so if we never meet (which would be a shame), feel comfortable in the fact that I'd talk, ramble and philosophize pretty much just like this.

Not sure why you'd feel comfort in that fact. Or again, really where I was going with it.

I just want to write. To maintain the habit of writing. Of getting the jumbled mix of thoughts in my head out somewhere. To either make room for new thoughts or to *gasp* actually organize the existing ones in to something somewhat coherent. It's a stretch, I know, but I think I can do it.

The holidays brought a few extras pounds with them this year which I apparently embraced with open arms. I was slightly less diligent this year. I figured, since I was working out at least 3 times a week that it wouldn't be an issue. And it wouldn't have been, if the school I go to didn't take a Holiday break. So...yeah. I'm back in the groove of it now and hopefully those pounds will come off again and I'll be back on track.

Actually, I'm back on track now...just waiting to reap the rewards.

I've been listed as eligible to test for my white belt this coming Saturday. And I'm not going to lie. I'm excited and nervous. I don't think I'm ready, but my instructor assures me that I am. That with additional practice between now and then, it won't even be an issue. Perhaps he's right. One thing I've learned is that you never really know what you can do until you do it. And I'm sure he see's my progress a lot more clearly than I do.  I still feel like I'm fumbling, but he sees the forms getting more solid, and the kicks getting a little higher.

Which is kinda cool.

I looked and the post I posted yesterday actually dated today...so I could have just counted it. But I wanted to do some writing today and had some time before work.

On the other areas of my life....work is going quite swimmingly. It's busy, but I love the job--still. It's been 9 months and I still love it. Which is pretty cool. I figure it's going to take at least another 3 or 4 months before I start to get jaded about aspects of the job. But I don't think I'm going to actually dislike this job for quite some time yet.

Speaking of the job...I need to finish getting ready and head in.

Thanks for stopping by. Hoping your day is filled with more blessings and less bullshit.

Peace,
-ATS

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