I have somewhat of an obsessive personality but I never thought of it as that. I always thought it was a superhuman ability to focus really well.
I have the ability to sit and stare at my debt chart for hours at a time just looking at it. And while I sit and look, I fantasize. I fantasize of what it would feel like once I pay off my big bill, or what it would feel like once I pay off my big bill and that other smaller one next to it. How would it feel? Would I feel different? Be a different person?
And once everything is paid off, what then?
There’s a million dollar commercial property that I want. It consists of 3 historic buildings, one of which houses our towns favorite ice-cream parlor for the last 30 years.
It’s okay to say Ice-cream parlor but it’s not okay to say massage parlor. Pfff….semantics.
I want to put my bar/coffee/tappa’s cafe in the middle building. It’s the perfect place. And collect rent on the other 3 shops on the property. The locksmith, the frame shop and ice-cream parlor.
I sit and I stare at my debt chart while fantasizing about this. I can do this for any length of time. I do it until something else pulls me away. Like the bathroom, or my stomach, or I can’t keep my eyes open.
I’m now $36,400 in debt. This month I hope to pay off $3,000 of it. But it’s killing me. This is torture. Even if I pay off $3000 (which is a ton of freaking money!), I’ll still be $33,000 in debt. It’s like a drop in the bucket. $3000 is a mere drop in the bucket while it feels like gallons in my pants. Truth be told, I probably can’t pay $3000 this month.
In the meantime, the 300 couple’s massages I sold on Groupon are almost all redeemed. So I’ve been laying around a lot lately with my brothers dog. We watch bad science fiction movies on Netflix which some of them turn out to be really good. When we’re done watching one of them, the credits roll and Netflix challenges us to watch 3 more bad sci-fi movies. I accept your challenge Netflix.
Me and my brothers dog watched almost all of the sci-fi movie category. All that remains are the sharknado movies and the one about the really big Spider, what’s it called? Oh yeah, Big Ass Spider.
I have a client today at 6:30pm. I have my period, blah. It’s freaking hot out today.
My therapist just told me she doesn’t think her friend will be able to work for me in the fall because now she’s getting married and plans are changing.
She was an integral part of my plan, so that sucks.
A while ago the I-Ching foretold something shitty was going to happen to me in August. I’m trying to lay low this month, not do much. I don’t want to spend any money anyway. It’s already the 11th, so just a few more weeks and I’ll be free of the bad juju.
The man who ruined my business last year, his trial is on the 26th. I think it’s his ultimate trial. If that date comes and goes with me coasting through it without being contacted, it’s all peaches and cream from here on out. They definitely can’t sue me once September comes. I love the statute of limitations clause. Thank the glory of Gods for that one I tell ya.
I woke up today with a dark cloud over my head and I don’t know why. Things are going near perfect lately. I mean seriously, everything is going fantastic. Even the Melanie Haters are not hating me anymore and inviting me places and talking to me. It’s a real brain bender. And the business is clean and well stocked, the client/therapist ratio is spot on so everyone is booked but not over booked. Clients are happy. I’m making money. I’m also laying around a great deal…..but……
Shit man, I don’t know what it is. Maybe it’s my period. Maybe it’s Anthony’s trial, maybe it’s my debt or my semi-ruined plans for the fall.
It’s a culmination of everything. It’s the promise I made to myself to not retire from massage until I pay off my debt. It’s the unknown variables when owning a business, if employee’s quit, if clients leave horrible reviews. It’s the unknown variables in life in general, that anything can happen.
When things are going good, I feel more scared than when they are bad. I’m pre-disposed to deep down misery, but my deep down misery is being shanked with sunshine. I say deep down because nobody can see it on the outside. I’m a happy optimist-go-lucky on the outside. My misery grounds me and keeps me stable. It’s what spurs my dry humor. I’m equally miserable as I am happy and I like it that way. I’d be miserable if not for misery.
Where does my misery come from? Taxes, not being free, having to work hard only to die in the end, you know, the norm.
But I feel so grateful. Insanely grateful. I kiss the walls of my business every time I leave it at night. I kiss the damn walls and say “I love you”!
You have no idea how much has changed since I moved the business. The place is nearly perfect in every way. My future has never looked brighter or more promising.
I wish I can tell you more so you’d understand. The cement in my chest is gone. But if I write about it, it just sounds like bullshit.
I wonder if by me being half miserable, I get my gratefulness from that?
Anyway, enough about me, let’s talk about you. Oh yeah, I’m basically talking to myself here.
Rational Brain – “No you’re not, I’m here.”
And what do you have to say?
Rational Brain – “Go to sleep. Do NOT watch Ip Man: The Final Fight. GO TO SLEEP. Its almost 12:30 in the morning!”
Just five minutes, please? Then I’ll sleep. It helps me sleep.
Rational Brain – “You’re incorrigible.”
It’s so hard to want to sleep. Nobody’s calling, emailing, texting. No clients to massage. If the only real currency is time, I feel I’m rich with it at night and it’s all mine to do as I please. I’m horribly selfish with time.
I wonder if all night owls are selfish with their time? People who don’t want to work, don’t want to have kids or a relationship, I wonder if they love night as much as I do. This doesn’t pertain to insomniacs who can’t sleep, but to people who don’t want to sleep. They’d rather solve puzzles, read books, write…etc.
I’m going to name my bar My Time since it’s really the only currency there is.
It’s supposed to be a phase in life, to go to bed late and wake up late. It’s part of young adulthood. I read an article about it. It starts shifting back to normal once you’re in your 30’s, back to when you were a kid who got up early.
It’s a few days later.
I slept a lot. A lot a lot. I went to bed at 8PM, woke up at 12:30AM, went back to sleep at 1:30AM and woke up at 12PM and here I am laying in bed on my day off. A beautiful wondrous day off.
I’m about to watch a documentary called Flat Earth on YouTube. I have no idea what it is, but supposedly Bruce Lee knew about it’s secrets and that’s where he got his power from.