I know it’s been forever since I’ve blogged, but I keep forgetting about the shit I want to talk about, or I just simply don’t have the time to type out my thoughts, well, until now. I was in some sort of awesome mood when I woke up for some crazy reason. It could have been because I slept for about 9 hours or so, or could have been because it didn’t hurt too bad to walk on my fucked up left foot (that shit didn’t last too long, by the way, but it’s getting better), but in either case I started to think of what a perfect day for me would entail. It was quite crazy. I was noticing that one of the only things that make me truly happy is daydreaming. I find myself daydreaming a lot. Mainly, it’s all about how I wish my life could be… pretty much retired with the freedom to do what I want when I want. I wonder… how many other people daydream like that or as often as I do? Is my life actually that bad? I mean, it’s not freakin’ awesome by any stretch, but it’s not as bad as it could be. Nevertheless, I find myself lost in this imaginary world where I am always happy. It’s tripped out.
Today, my daydream was my perfect day. It would start with me hitting up one of my favorite golf courses to hit some balls off the driving range or actually play a round, then from there do some laps in a pool, then after that hit up the gym and rock out some cardio, then finally spend the rest of the day watching films and listening to podcasts. This perfect day of course is on the condition that I stay in the immediate area of far west Texas / southern New Mexico. I’m sure I could think of awesome things to do in my other favorite cities, but I kept this mornings’ daydream to my area today. The other thing I was thinking about was how active I have really become and want to do. Granted, I’ve been golfing (or attempting to golf) for about 6 or so years now, but a lot of the things that bring me joy involve being outdoors. Swimming, golfing, walking, boating… what the hell?! I hardly ever watch TV anymore. Not that I ever really did, but I’d much rather read a book or do any of the sports that I mentioned above over watching a mindless TV program.
What the hell is wrong with me? Wait a minute, fellow Needles, don’t answer that.