So close. 53 weeks since my last post. I should have set a calendar reminder. Alas, only serendipity brought me here.
Nothing has really changed in the last 12+1/4 months. Same job. More or less same friends. No big life derails. Yet. I’m feeling too old and too lucky and too fatalistic to be comfortable with getting away with it for so long. Not wishing for anything, of course, but I suppose I’m biding my time… or laying in ambush.
Then again, to ambush suggests I’m the one in control. Usually I’m not.
Family is well. My kids are great. My dear wife is great. They all seem much more focused and driven and stubborn than me. Generally I feel like I’m coasting along, here for the ride. I don’t really mind… I guess I have everything I ever needed or wanted and feel pretty content. Feels a little bittersweet, really. Am I just lazy? Should I be more driven? If so, towards what?
I guess if there’s anything left I care about achieving it would be an early retirement. But then I’d get bored. Probably.
Still doing rugby. Trying to weasel away to the bench so I don’t have to train so hard or keep too fit. Seems to be working. Had the privilege to play some more international games as well. Still lost. Doesn’t matter, I feel proud.
Still enjoying the gym, although I’ve finally realised I don’t care about power lifting. Migrated to more hypertrophy. Less recovery required and I feel better. Now I just need to find the energy to get out of bed early enough on enough mornings to train.
I’m mostly over gaming, but every now and then something triggers an obsession. Currently it’s Uboat.
Late last year I signed up to Audible. Now I am grinding books instead of a handful of podcasts. I don’t really miss them, except some of the BBC 4 and ABC programs as they were pretty useful as news sources. Nowadays I listen to books which 90% of the time are fictional. Like the news, I guess.
