Against The Wind - Day 3

Still Runnin'

Falling asleep is supposed to be easy, isn't it? Get tired. Lay down. Drift into a slumber. 

If you're lucky, maybe you'll have a pleasant dream or, as some would say, a "sweet dream."

It's a skill I've never quite mastered. Even in my best efforts, my brain doesn't stop racing. There's another story to read and angles to prepare for the next show. Or there's another store run or project on the horizon. Nevermind the spidering effect of content ideas --- a great American novel or screenplay is in there somewhere.

And perhaps that's what keeps the brain racing.

The mind is littered with ample goals, hopes, etc. The solution appears simple, in theory. Execute.

Make bite-sized (byte-sized?), achievable tasks. Execute. Move the chains and start again. 

I'm on a streak right now. This is the third straight day of this drivel. OK, it holds meaning for me and soothes the soul, if only for a minute. Maybe that's a bit much. 

But, though I create four hours of content each night on my radio show with my partner, there's so much more to be said. So many one-liners, topics and stories that get left on the cutting room floor. And that's only in the "hot sports takes" category.

So, in counting the day's wins, I seek to quiet the self-doubt, to recognize the good that exists at all times. That doesn't eliminate the hard times or struggles, the roller coaster that can be all-consuming. But it does make the intentional time and space, the act of sitting at a computer for a few moments and counting the good, all the more critical.  

Saturday included a late wakeup. NO ALARM. That's a rare occurrence, so I'll spike that one.

I rolled through a bunch of laundry while reading ... for pleasure. The Mark Lanegan memoir will find its way into discussions and future blog posts, I'm sure.

"Community" is on Netflix, so I just let that play for a good chunk of the afternoon. And, I confirmed that I was still watching a couple times.

I then paused to get some show prep together and started my grid with the "Classic Rock" station selected. "Against The Wind" was the first song to play. It's one to just sit back and enjoy. I did stop myself from screaming out the "Still Runnin'" marathon at its end. 

I ended the night by watching "Trumbo" starring Bryan Cranston. I marvel every time I watch him work. 

"Keep Fighting" reads the shirt I bought of WWE Superstar Kevin Owens. That's damn right.

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"I began to find myself searching

Searching for shelter again and again ..."