(Hey, I’m just glad I am able to lay out all my frustrations by pen instead of constantly whimpering with outbreaks getting noted)
#247

Let’s see, this morning’s log starts with F.I.P., showering and my morning sets (Me LIFTING).
Literally hesitating before typing each word just about sums up my actions right now. I hardly blame myself for not meeting “the world’s” wants.
Rest assured “my world” lately refers to  you, my recovery and our success. #FREAKINRIGHT

All I know is I just wrote a capital letter to start this sentence, I’ll be training this afternoon, that follows horse driving therapy and rulebooks that don’t bend needing rewritten upon request.

SLACK is almost unforgivable. I’d hate to be known as a man that always needs it or wants it. The only bit of compassion I grant myself here, understand it is looking at myself as a bull in a china shop.
FALL IN LINE/ WALK WITH ME TOWARDS THE SUN or GTFOMW.
You already know I’ll more than gladly pull you across the finish line, carry you to the winner’s circle, give you the/ my world.. ALL YOU NEED TO DO is open up/ your hand.
DAM!