Bus Transfer Fortunes

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The last couple months I have had very little time for anything other than dealing with one s**tstorm after another. Before that, it was just the usual "I'm too busy and too tired to do the things I really want to do." This morning a friend reminded me of a project that I was going to start on and then never got around to. I'm not sure it's something I actually WANT to do. It was an idea for a side hustle. It is however something I did want to do and totally forgot about. I'm trying to remember what it is that I REALLY want to do. Not the things I do to make money. Not the things I do to disassociate. I'm asking myself what I would do if I didn't have to worry about anything else. I feel like that's the first step. Once I have an idea of what that is, I can start moving in that direction instead of constantly following the old well-worn paths in my mind that keep leading me to the same places over and over again.

Things I've done recently to try to figure it out.
-Hid my TV in the garage
-Started carrying books to read (instead of doom scrolling)
-Admired flowers
-Actually stopped to listen to a street musician

I said I wasn't going to take people's s**t.

Obviously, that includes telling the guy who came sneaking around my backyard when he thought nobody was home (after not returning messages for years) to stay the f**k out of my yard.
(Yup. I am now an old man who has told someone to stay outta my yard.)

It also includes blocking the person who keeps finding new ways to creep around in my personal life (online and off) despite having their previous account blocked.

It also includes setting boundaries with my piece of s**t landlord who constantly harasses me, because he doesn’t get that kind of control over my life.

And still, the goal is avoiding engagement with people who arouse me to anger or steal joy from my life.

A  couple days ago I got out the JB Weld and started fixing some stuff.  There was a handle for one of our soup pots that had broken into 3 pieces, and there was the watering can that we got from the thrift store that leaked.  I’ve been realizing how much I’ve given into convenience over the years, and I’m trying to step away from that.  Now I’m not the guy who goes out and buys a new soup pot or watering can.  I’m the guy that finds a slightly better pot in a free pile or thrift store.  These were easy fixes though, and it was silly to let things go unused that could be fixed with a few cents worth of glue.  Might as well try. The worst that’ll happen is that you’ll break something that’s already broken.